Chapter 152 The Crown Divides"

• "How fares he?" the princess asked briskly as she strode toward the royal healer’s quarters.
• "He is well, Your Highness," the healer replied, hurrying to keep pace with her long, purposeful strides. "You arrived just in time to save him."
• The princess was moving faster than usual, her pace betraying her concern. Rarely did she wear formal gowns unless a dignitary visited the realm. Today, she was clad in her usual male garb—loose trousers and a tunic fitted to her figure. Dresses, she believed, were cages stitched in silk. They tripped the feet, tangled the hands, and stifled the body’s freedom.