Mary knew about war - vaguely. She knew it happened when a bunch of people didn't agree with each other, but those kinds of stories failed to hold her interest because they didn't sound very happy. It definitely wasn't something she'd ever associated with her picturesque fantasies of kingdoms and castles.

She rubbed her thumb and index finger together, smearing the paint between them. The cogs were turning in her mind.

"You know a lot about being a princess, huh?"