“Princess,” I bowed my head in respect, trying my best to start over and fit my role in the palace. “Can I come in?” she asked. I moved out of the way to allow her into the room. She circled the space, observing my quaint little room. Pausing, she frowned at the pile of glass on the floor. “I had to make this top,” I blurted out, regretting my methods. Turning, her eyes widened as she looked over my outfit. “You made that?” she asked, and I swore I heard a little admiration in her tone before she trained her face again.
