The Prince and His Princess
Polished steel counters lined the walls, along with sleek appliances and tall stools around narrow tables.
At the far end, Moira and Henry were hunched over a thick, battered book, the kind that looked older than most nations. Oscar, thankfully, looked up from his slouch with visible relief.
“Finally—two real, breathing people who aren’t obsessed with dusty old spell books and actually brought me food.” He nodded at the paper bags in my hand, raising a hopeful brow.
“Ha! He took me to a library,” Lila said, pointing a finger at me with a smirk as she crossed the room. She opened a cupboard like she owned the place, grabbing plates and dividing up the pastries for everyone.
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