Enchanting the Prince
When I arrive, Christopher and Fanella are also seated having breakfast.
I’m about to tell them what happened last night, when the door bursts open and four sprites with four leprechaun mates come racing into the room.
“Mother, mother look.”
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
“It’s a four-leaf clover.”
“Because they are lephrechauns.”
The girls all rush to their mother, showing the glowing mark on their chest, over their hearts. It is indeed a four-leaf clover. I look over at their four mates, who are also proudly wearing their glowing rings on their chests.