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It felt like Bianca's head had barely touched the pillow before she was awake again. Someone was calling her name.
"Mm?" she said, hoping this was a dream.
"Princess Bianca, I'm sorry to wake you, but I need your help. Mistress Kun told me if I ran into trouble, I must ask you. Please, Princess Bianca." Vasco's voice was far too earnest for this to be a dream.
"Give me a moment to dress. I shall meet you outside," she mumbled, prying her eyes open. The light streaming through the open door told her it was dawn. Ugh. She shouldn't have drunk so much wine last night. Surely it had only been two cups. Perhaps three. Surely not four or five. Her sisters had drunk more, she was certain of it. They would sleep for hours yet, while she had a promise to Kun to keep.
The moment
