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were going to tell you tomorrow, when we signed the papers," her father
said.

"We knew you'd be pleased, dear," her mother said, nodding. "He's such
a good-looking boy."

"But I don't want to marry Prince Therandil," Cimorene said.

"Well, it's not exactly a brilliant match," Cimorene's father said,
frowning. "But I didn't think you'd care how big his kingdom is."

"It's the prince I don't care for," Cimorene said.

"That's a great pity, dear, but it can't be helped," Cimorene's mother
said placidly. "I'm afraid it isn't likely that you'll get another
offer."

"Then I won't get married at all."

Both her parents looked slightly shocked. "My dear Cimorene!" said
her father. "That's out of the question. You're a princess; it simply
isn't "I'm too young to get married!"

"Your Great-Aunt Rose was married at sixteen," her mother pointed
out.

"One really can't count all those years she spent asleep under that
dreadful fairy's curse."

"I won't marry the prince of Sathem-by-the-Mountains!" Cimorene said
desperately. "It isn't proper!"

"What?" said both her parents together.

"He hasn't rescued me from a giant or an ogre or freed me from a magic
spell," Cimorene said.

Both her parents looked uncomfortable. "Well, no," said Cimorene's
father. "It's a bit late to start arranging it, but we might be able
to manage something."

"I don't think it's necessary," Cimorene's mother said. She looked
reprovingly at Cimorene. "You've never paid attention to what was or
wasn't suitable before, dear; you can't start now. Proper or not, you
will marry Prince Therandil three weeks from Thursday."

"But, Mother-" "I'll send the wardrobe mistress to your room to start
fitting your bride clothes," Cimorene's mother said firmly, and that
was the end of the conversation.