Chapter 4
Lady Duxelle drew her sword and clashed with a young carrot, knocking her into a cabbage patch.
“That hurt!”
“Get used to pain,” Lady Duxelle said, readying her sword.
Princess Astrid Carrodias was a short, orangish-yellow carrot with long, leafy hair that hung down to her shoulders. She held her sword in her hand like a child holding a crayon, and her golden metal armor was more like a cage than a protective suit. She was sixteen years old, with bright green eyes and a winsome smile just like her father’s.
The princess struggled on the ground, her armor clacking against itself as she tried to stand. A sunflower patch wavered behind her as a breeze blew through the castle gardens.
Lady Duxelle pulled her up; the princess’s hand was drenched in sweat, and her earthy perfume
