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out, and instead threw the cloth at it in a sorry hope that it would smother the flames. Instead it seemed to have caught on fire.
    To finish it up, Azmaveth had beautiful glass covered skylights like my room, but his were blackened and unclear. Probably hazed over with smoke.
    M y mouth dropped a s I stared at the mess. A couple of flies buzzed aroun d my ear as Azmaveth had the decency to blush and glance away. I rolled up the sleeves on my dress and shook my head. “This will take me a while,” I said, getting to work.
    I started by pulling the burnt cloth of f the chandelier. 
    “That ke pt the light from turning on!” Azmaveth protested as I unsympathetically tisked . I threw away the cloth and Azmaveth whined. “I could still use that!”
    “It’s ratty and torn,” I told him as I lugged a ladder under the skylights and started chipping off the smog. 
    “Now the light will wa ke me up in the morning!” h e complained as I man aged to make a small patch of daylight visible. It turned out his skylights we re actually beautiful stain glass windows.  
    Azmaveth glared at me as I threw out several bottles filled with rotting poti ons.  “I might need those!” h e claimed.
    I pinned him down with one gaze. “ Fine, fine. I’ll let you feel useful and do your work,” h e meekly said as he sat down. 
    “ Icky,” I said as I picked up part his ‘sheet’ between my fingers, holdi ng it as far away as possible. “This s mells like something died in it,” I said, covering my nose. That was saying a lot. I thought the kitchen smelled horrible yesterday. Azmaveth’s room smelled bad enough to make me gag.
    “That’s my sheet! I don’t want it cleaned, or thrown away!” h e groaned as I torched it in a fire, creating a cloud of smelly green smoke . 
    “Ugh, now it’s worse!” I said as I picked up a bottle of flower scented mist . ( I had found it my room the night before. Mostly likely the last princess who serv ed Azmaveth’s father owned it. ) I ran around the room, spraying it as Azmaveth made a face. 
    “Great! Now I’m going to smell like a girl,” he grumbled.
    “ Out, o ut , OUT!” I bellowed, growing sick of his whining. 
    “It’s my room,” h e complained. 
    I started sprayin g the perfume directly on him. “OUT!” I roared in a reasonable dragon-like impression. Azmaveth quickly uncurled himself and made a hasty retreat.
    I sighed with relief and turned back to the mess to pick up a dirty, smelly cloth. I threw it on the throw out pile and Azmaveth poked h is head in the doorway one last time. “That’s my lucky sneezing handkerchief I’ll have you know. ” 
    “LEAVE!”  I yelled, throwing a shrunken bowl of half eaten , moldy oatmeal at him. It hit him squ are in the forehead and he finally got the point and fled to the library. I turned back to survey the mess with a grim expression when the doorbell rang. “NOW WHAT?” I exploded throwing my dirty apron on the ground. 
    I stomped out to the main chamber and saw Azmaveth poke his head out of the library, note my angry face, and disappear back within. 
    I continued down the w est tunnel and threw the door open, wondering how come my welcome rug hadn’t eaten the vis itor yet. To my surprise a human stood before me. Only this time I wasn’t surprised because he was a human, he surprised me because he was quite clearly a prince. He had the obligatory blon de hair with light green eyes. He was also wearing the necessary gold crown and a royal blue cape. To finish it off, his had a black horse that was patiently standing a few feet away from the door.
    I didn’t say anything —I was still shocked that a prince had managed to stumble on me so quickly , didn’t this sort of thing usually take weeks?— but the prince brightened when I stepped outside, causing my stomach to sink.
    “You must be a princess!” he beamed . Congratulations, he’s a genius, he figured out my true identity. B ecause really , who else