I asked. Tog pointed out toward the ballroom. “Get out there and tell those Fridesians the truth!” he said. “Get them to help you find the real princesses!” This never would have occurred to me. Truth? In a palace? “Why would they care about helping me?” I asked. “You don’t know what royalty and courtiers are like.” “I know what you’re like,” Tog said. “You’d help.” I blinked. Would I? If the situation were reversed, would I do anything to help missing Fridesian princesses? I’d want to, anyway, I thought. I’d just need to see how it was possible. . . . After all, back in Suala I had helped Cecilia and the other eleven sister-princesses when they showed up at the palace and I came to understand their plight. Even when it meant sharing my power and prestige. “I’m . . . kind of not like most people in a palace,” I said. “I was lonelier, I guess, and that made me do things differently. Most people in a palace are selfish and obsessed with power.
