Enchanting the Prince
It’s the rest that I still struggle with.
We’ve been walking for a while when GoldMoon steps out of the forest. Buppig and Hyacinth both bow to her. I look at them and back at GoldMoon, inclining my head, not wanting to be rude.
“Princess Guardian, I understand you wish to speak to me.” Her gentle, yet strong voice floats into my mind.
“Hello, GoldMoon.” I say out loud. “Yes, I wanted to speak with you.”
She inclines her head at me. “You have questions about the second prophecy, the one the elves named after me.”
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