Part 1: Growing Up Royal
Princess Priscilla of Prindragonia was bored. She'd always been bored with court life—the interminable tea parties with stuffy courtiers, the fancy balls where everyone was afraid to ask her to dance—all boring.
What Priscilla really liked was sword fighting. Yes, sword fighting. She had always snuck off to watch the guards training with weapons, until one day, the kindly old Master at Arms, Dobson, started to teach her how to use them.
Priscilla proved such an apt pupil that she was eventually able to beat the best of the guardsmen, and it became an inside joke that the duty of “Protecting the Princess” meant taking a severe drubbing from her with a practice sword!
Of course, her parents the King and Queen had no idea that their beautiful young daughter was such a hellion with a sword, or that she would sometimes sneak out of the castle at night and wander about the town on her own, joining in card games in the taverns . . . and woe betide anyone who accused her of cheating!
She earned quite the reputation, and nobody ever suspected that she was a Royal Princess . . .
