CHAPTER FOUR ‘… AND THE PRINCESS—’ ‘Princess Chloe,’ Tamara corrected. ‘Not Princess Tamara?’ ‘It has to be Chloe ‘cos it’s your story,’ Tamara said, then took her crown off, reached across and set it on Chloe’s head. ‘And you have to wear this.’ ‘Oh. Thank you.’ Jordan relaxed against the cubby’s frame even as his mind raced ahead with possibilities and potential problems. ‘Okay, Princess Chloe wanted to learn to skateboard—’ ‘A pink skateboard. With sparkles.’ ‘Exactly.’ She nodded. ‘But her father the king wouldn’t let her.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Because he didn’t understand his daughter. He thought she should be learning to do princessy things like practising her curtsey and learning how to wave. And he wanted her to be safe. ‘So Princess Chloe left a note—so the king and queen wouldn’t worry—and ran away from the palace. She sold her crown so she could buy food and journeyed to the far side of the kingdom with her sparkly skateboard to find someone who could teach her.
