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The Garden, Saturday Afternoon

Karla wasn't surprised when she woke up and couldn't find her Mommy or Daddy. They were often gone for hours and hours and hours, doing important Court stuff. What was weird was that she didn't recognize anyone in the castle, and there didn't seem to be any servants around to feed her.

So, rather than stay in the room she'd woken up in (also not her room--had they caught the Winds after she'd fallen asleep?) Karla had decided to go looking for people. Someone had to be taking care of her, right?

Her search had lasted right until she'd gone outside and found the garden. It was a good garden, filled with lots of healthy looking plants and deep, rich soil.

The perfect kind of soil for mud. Specifically, mud pies.

Karla forgot all about trying to find someone. Instead, she was sitting in the center of the garden, spattered with mud, patting the mud into rough pie shapes and decorating them with pretty rocks and leaves.

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"What're knights?" Karla asked. "Or princesses?"

Karla understood Princes, of course. Was that like an odd plural form?

"Knights are... they wear armor and protect people." Not that he'd ever seen one. "And princesses sit in towers and wait for princes to marry."

Karla made a face. "That sounds boring," she decided. "I wouldn't do nothing stupid like that. 'M glad I'mma Queen an' not a stupid princess. Is that a new caste?"

"If you're a queen, where's your crown?" Queens had them, you see. It was very important.

"I don' get a crown till I set up my Court," Karla said, matter-of-factly. "My Mommy gots one but she doesn't like to wear it. She says it's silly looking. I think it's beautiful, but last time I played with it, I gots in a lot of trouble."

Someone was pouting now, yes.

"But that makes you a princess! You should have a crown too."

"No I'm not!" Karla protested hotly. "I'm a Queen! An' I don't live inna tower an' I don't wanna be rescued an' I won't marry some stupid knight!"

"But princesses come before queens!"

Clearly this boy didn't know anything. "Nothing comes afore Queens," Karla argued. "I was borned a Queen."

"What about kings then?" Merlin was just forced to ask.

"What's a king?" Karla asked, confused.

"Like a queen, but a man," Merlin replied helpfully. "We got one back home, but mum says he's too busy to notice out town."

"No males are like a Queen," Karla said, shaking her head. "Even Warlord Princes aren't the same. Queens are Queens an' that's it."

Karla was Very Certain about this. Caste was an important part of Protocol, after all.

"...then who do queen marry?"

"Their Consorts, of course," Karla answered.

"Then they're kings!" There we have it. Mystery solved.

"Are not!" Karla protested. "They're Consorts! Females rule; males serve an' protect. That's how it is."

"Boys don't rule ever?"

"Sometimes Warlord Princes," Karla said. "But only if there's no Queens or Black Widows instead. The Blood is matchy-arkal."

Karla wasn't sure what that meant, but her tutors talked about it a lot.

"Ohhh." Merlin had no idea what that meant, but it sounded smart. "How come there's two queens then?"

"What do you mean, why?" Karla asked. "There's lotsa Queens. Though my Mommy's the Territory Queen."

"Is that like a kingdom?"

"What's a kingdom?" Karla asked. That was a funny word, not a proper one, like District or Province or Village.

~~Must everything be capitalized, Bishop? Really?~~

~~How else will you know they're Important?~~

"'s what a king rules over. Whole buncha land."

"Well, a Territory's a buncha land ruled over by a Queen. Anna lots bigger than some stupid kingdom."

Trufax!

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