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for.” Prince Viggo frowned.
“Tonight is for the nobilities involved with trading. The festival was for the commoners,” Prince Callan said.
“Then when do we get to do something for us men ?” Prince Viggo asked. “Like…a riding party?”
“Not in the first week, I’m afraid. Sorry, son,” King Rory said with a half smile. “You could always organize your own outing. Just be sure to take some guards. All these bandits ,” King Rory growled.
WHAT BANDITS! I was a dunce for asking Angelique to seal my voice—by a humpback’s tail!
“That’s a jolly idea,” Prince Viggo brightened.
“Can I come?” Princess Nessa asked.
“No,” King Rory said.
“Perhaps you would like to join the party, Miss Dylan?” Prince Callan asked. “I would guard your safety myself. And your…companions…are welcome to come along as well,” he said, glancing back at Bump and Lump.
Dylan almost choked on her shrimp, caught off guard by the sudden offer. She took a sip of her apple cider before shaking her head at Prince Callan.
“Are you sure?” Prince Viggo asked. “I could lend you a horse, if you don’t have one. I have a nice mare I was planning to let Nessa use when she gets big enough. She’s calm and steady.”
Dylan gave the prince a tight smile, but shook her head as she finished her dried apple slices.
Princess Nessa watched Dylan curiously. “I’ll be right back,” she announced and pushed her chair away from the table. She ran across the room and thundered down the spiral staircase, narrowly avoiding Bump and Lump.
“Don’t run indoors,” King Rory called after his wayward child. “Where’s Fianna?” he asked, looking down the table with a frown.
“Still sleeping,” Prince Viggo said.
“She was up until the festival ended, I think,” Prince Callan said.
King Rory’s frown deepened. “Was she still swooning over that Logan chap?”
“Son of the Lord and Lady of Twin Falls? Yes,” Prince Viggo snickered.
“Your mother should talk with her,” King Rory said. He grimaced. “Perhaps we should both talk with her.”
Dylan polished off her last roll with a bemused smile. Although there were more differences between humans and selkies than she would have thought possible, it seemed that family conversation was similar. Dylan had also spent many days crowded around the table with her parents and five sisters, talking about everything from clan matters to boys—to her father’s chagrin.
Princess Nessa galloped back up the stairs, holding something flat above her head, with a pouch hanging from her wrist. “I found it! I got the smallest one—it’s easiest to carry.”
“What do you have, Nessa?” King Rory eyed his youngest child.
“A slate—and chalk!” Nessa said, plopping the slate and pouch on the table.
Dylan recognized the items from her childhood—she had learned to write on a slate instead of wasting costly paper. Dylan suspected that was the point of this particular slate as well, as there was evidence of lines drawn on for the young princess to practice on.
Thank you, thank you—bless you, child. As soon as I get my voice back, I will tell everything in the sea to love and adore you! Dylan took the slate with a big smile.
“Nessa, that might not be—” Prince Callan started. He cut himself off when Dylan opened the pouch and selected a piece of chalk so she could write.
Thank you .
Princess Nessa beamed. “Of course! Now we can talk! Do you have any siblings? Are they sisters? I always wished Callan was a girl. He’s more fun than Fianna, but he’d be even more fun if he were a girl.”
Prince Callan shook his head, amused.
“Nessa!” Prince Viggo groaned.
“It is a good idea.” King Rory said.
“To make Callan a girl? Can we call him Claire?”
“No, the slate and chalk,” her father said, entertained.
“Oh, well, it was obvious. Nurse has told me the story of the beauty and the beast a hundred times—it’s my favorite bedtime
“Tonight is for the nobilities involved with trading. The festival was for the commoners,” Prince Callan said.
“Then when do we get to do something for us men ?” Prince Viggo asked. “Like…a riding party?”
“Not in the first week, I’m afraid. Sorry, son,” King Rory said with a half smile. “You could always organize your own outing. Just be sure to take some guards. All these bandits ,” King Rory growled.
WHAT BANDITS! I was a dunce for asking Angelique to seal my voice—by a humpback’s tail!
“That’s a jolly idea,” Prince Viggo brightened.
“Can I come?” Princess Nessa asked.
“No,” King Rory said.
“Perhaps you would like to join the party, Miss Dylan?” Prince Callan asked. “I would guard your safety myself. And your…companions…are welcome to come along as well,” he said, glancing back at Bump and Lump.
Dylan almost choked on her shrimp, caught off guard by the sudden offer. She took a sip of her apple cider before shaking her head at Prince Callan.
“Are you sure?” Prince Viggo asked. “I could lend you a horse, if you don’t have one. I have a nice mare I was planning to let Nessa use when she gets big enough. She’s calm and steady.”
Dylan gave the prince a tight smile, but shook her head as she finished her dried apple slices.
Princess Nessa watched Dylan curiously. “I’ll be right back,” she announced and pushed her chair away from the table. She ran across the room and thundered down the spiral staircase, narrowly avoiding Bump and Lump.
“Don’t run indoors,” King Rory called after his wayward child. “Where’s Fianna?” he asked, looking down the table with a frown.
“Still sleeping,” Prince Viggo said.
“She was up until the festival ended, I think,” Prince Callan said.
King Rory’s frown deepened. “Was she still swooning over that Logan chap?”
“Son of the Lord and Lady of Twin Falls? Yes,” Prince Viggo snickered.
“Your mother should talk with her,” King Rory said. He grimaced. “Perhaps we should both talk with her.”
Dylan polished off her last roll with a bemused smile. Although there were more differences between humans and selkies than she would have thought possible, it seemed that family conversation was similar. Dylan had also spent many days crowded around the table with her parents and five sisters, talking about everything from clan matters to boys—to her father’s chagrin.
Princess Nessa galloped back up the stairs, holding something flat above her head, with a pouch hanging from her wrist. “I found it! I got the smallest one—it’s easiest to carry.”
“What do you have, Nessa?” King Rory eyed his youngest child.
“A slate—and chalk!” Nessa said, plopping the slate and pouch on the table.
Dylan recognized the items from her childhood—she had learned to write on a slate instead of wasting costly paper. Dylan suspected that was the point of this particular slate as well, as there was evidence of lines drawn on for the young princess to practice on.
Thank you, thank you—bless you, child. As soon as I get my voice back, I will tell everything in the sea to love and adore you! Dylan took the slate with a big smile.
“Nessa, that might not be—” Prince Callan started. He cut himself off when Dylan opened the pouch and selected a piece of chalk so she could write.
Thank you .
Princess Nessa beamed. “Of course! Now we can talk! Do you have any siblings? Are they sisters? I always wished Callan was a girl. He’s more fun than Fianna, but he’d be even more fun if he were a girl.”
Prince Callan shook his head, amused.
“Nessa!” Prince Viggo groaned.
“It is a good idea.” King Rory said.
“To make Callan a girl? Can we call him Claire?”
“No, the slate and chalk,” her father said, entertained.
“Oh, well, it was obvious. Nurse has told me the story of the beauty and the beast a hundred times—it’s my favorite bedtime
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