“All I wanted was to play a friendly game with my suitors,” the princess huffed, crossing her arms. “It was just dodgeball. I don’t see why everyone’s so upset.”

  The dragon therapist frowned down at her notes. “It says here you broke a suitor’s ribs, another has a broken arm, and one ended up with a concussion. What kind of ball were you using?”

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  The princess smiled. “Just a standard-issue ball.”

  The dragon sighed, continuing to read. “Ah, I see. A standard-issue cannonball. Princess, you don’t use cannons in dodgeball.”

  “Well, it made it way more fun.” The princess laughed.