Fated To The Prince Of Rebel
She stood there, holding a small plate with a generous slice of cake atop it, a single candle flickering merrily.
"Lucinda!" I laughed, a genuine, surprised sound escaping my lips. I hadn't even thought anyone would care to celebrate my birthday after what's going on. "Oh, you shouldn't have bothered!"
She padded over to my chair, her eyes warm. "That's not possible my Princess, Of course I should have. You matter, Princess Heather. Just like everyone else. You deserve cake and a song, even if it's a slightly wobbly tune." She held the plate out, the sweet scent of vanilla and icing filling the air.
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