"I admire your ambition, Princess," Beethoven chanted. "Knowing what you want, where you want to stand, and what you will need to do to achieve your goals, make you even more enchanting."
As charming as always.
"Thank you, Beethoven. You can call me Natasha when it's just us like this, just like I allowed my dolls here. Same goes for you, Katherine, it's more comfortable."
"As you wish, Natasha," he purred.
"Alright then. Um, why are you calling them dolls though, Natasha?" His sister asked.
"They are all dressed like me... and Val. Well, except for him," I pointed to Leonard, who rolled his eyes dramatically.
"He is...?" She asked.
"Sir Leonard Brantley, 2nd in Command of the Black Imperial Brigade, my brother's right hand, Ethan's best friend, and Nat's archery teacher," Adelyn bragged, as I expected she would, since he's her secret boyfriend.
