The dragon therapist raised an eyebrow. "Your father mentioned you attempted to poison your latest suitor."

  "I didn't," the princess retorted. "He asked me to bake a cake for the suitor. I mistakenly used rat poison instead of baking powder."

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  "And the label didn't give it away?"

  "I'm a princess," she huffed. "I don't read labels."