#Chapter68
Daisy's POV
Few days to our coronation and I still haven't seen my dress for the occasion. Queen mother have already assured me that they twins will take care of that and I shouldn't fret. It's a tradition to gift the Queen her coronation gown on her wedding night by her King, in my case, her Kings. Quite an assurance. Not. I'm seriously freaking out.
I woke up to my arch enemy hunger. That's the only thing that distracts me from a fine stud and turn me into a ferocious wolf. Don't judge cause I take my food seriously. I walk to the ensuite bathroom to freshen up and change into a comfortable red joggers and black crop top trooping to the kitchen with one aim in mind.
Feed the dying whale. Hearing my stomach cry for help.
/"Princess Daisy, how was your nap?/" The chubby looking Mexican chef beamed at me.
