Verania stepped forward, searching Elyzara's face for the child she'd once held in her arms, finding instead the future she'd tried so hard to prepare.
If there is anything more terrifying for a young royal than leading a magical school through a biscuit-fueled revolution, it is the moment when one's parents fix their full, regal attention upon one's love life.
I Elyzara, would-be peacemaker, recently accused of "diplomatic snuggling" felt my courage leak out the soles of my shoes as Verania's gaze narrowed in that special, maternal way that promises both justice and a complete lack of privacy. Sylvithra stood just behind her, hands folded with the serene patience of someone who knew interrogation was a delicate art best enjoyed with refreshments.
