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sad smile and told me not to worry about her. She didn’t need a prince to rescue her like Sleeping Beauty did. I thought that was sad. My momma was definitely pretty enough to be a queen, and every queen should have a nice, strong king who loved and protected her. I had told her that, too.
    For a minute, I had been scared I’d said the wrong thing because Momma had cried a few tears.
    My daddy had always gotten this really mad look on his face any time someone said the wrong thing. He also had gotten really, really mean and scary to anyone who’d made Momma cry. I wasn’t scared Daddy was going to yell at me again for making Momma cry, because she had told me he was far, far away from where we were, and we were safe from him. That didn’t mean I liked seeing my momma cry, though.
    When I had told her I was sorry I had made her cry, she’d cried a little more and hugged me. Then she had whispered in my ear that she might not have a king, but she just knew I would find my prince one day.
    Momma had it all wrong, though. I didn’t want a prince. They were too stuffy.
    No, I wanted a knight in shining armor. They were the best . They fought dragons and rode pretty horses. They rescued princesses and fought with swords and lances. Knights were way better than a prince, even though they didn’t get to wear a cool crown.
    I saw a little boy riding a lawnmower today when Momma and I had gone for a walk. I had totally pretended he was a knight riding his trusty steed. He was going to have to learn how to drive his lawnmower, though, because he almost crashed into those gigantic green bushes on the edge of his yard. That would have been just silly since knights couldn’t crash their trusty steeds!
    After dinner, Momma and I had been able to meet the little boy’s mother. She had told us her name was Mrs. Young and had given us a plate of chocolate chip cookies. While I ate one of the cookies, Mrs. Young had told us she had four children, including a little girl named Olivia who was my age. Then she and Momma had started talking about me going over there in a day or two to meet Olivia.
    I had been super excited at the idea of finally meeting another girl my own age and wanted to jump up and down in excitement, but I’d made myself sit very still. Daddy had always said a lady had to be “composed.” I didn’t know what “composed” meant, but I’d figured out I couldn’t jump, shout, or get too excited about anything, because anytime I had before, Daddy had gotten mad. So, I had sat very, very still in my chair so Mrs. Young would think I was a lady. I didn’t want anything to ruin my chances of meeting Olivia.
    When I had grabbed my second chocolate chip cookie, I’d asked Mrs. Young the name of the boy who had cut her grass today. She had given me this funny kind of smile when she’d told me it was her eldest son, Lucas.
    I didn’t know why Mrs. Young had given me that funny look, but I did know I should totally tell Lucas he needed lessons on how to be a knight. Maybe he would be able to drive his lawnmower way better after his lessons.

Chapter
    4
    Lucas
    Fifteen Years Old
    “Lucas, go across the street and tell Ginny and her mom that we’re ready to start up the grill for the cookout.”
    Giving my mom a polite “yes, ma’am,” I walked out of my house and started across the street to the home of my little sister’s best friend. While I kicked a rock in the road, I grumbled to myself about having to follow Mom’s orders. Why couldn’t Olivia walk over to get Ginny and her mom?
    Ginny was a nice girl and all, but I had been avoiding her like the plague for months now. I had overheard her and my sister talking about me one day as I passed Olivia’s bedroom door. Specifically, I’d heard about Ginny having a crush on me.
    How embarrassing was that? A twelve-year-old girl had a crush on me. My sister thought it was hysterical and started singing, “Lucas and Ginny, sitting in the tree.” I didn’t find