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This had to be the worst day. She couldn't find any of her servants. There was nobody to dress her and she'd been wearing the same nightgown all day. Nobody had fed her breakfast. None of her tutors had come to give her any of her lessons, and she was well overdue for Elementary Dressage.
She had had the rudest awakening with a slave grabbing her out of her bed and setting her loose -barefoot!- on the streets. Which were on fire. People were running everywhere and she had bounced off more than a few people before a complete stranger scooped her up and deposited her into a pen with a confused crowd of similarly underdressed children. Some were naked, and almost all of them were dirty. Many of them were crying.
When the grownups finally came to see to them, they came with shirts for the naked ones, washcloths for all of them, and made them sit at long benches with bowls of gruel instead of breakfast. Some had to be taught how to hold their spoons. This was not the fare she expected. A princess like her deserved far better than a bowl of gruel.
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