Princess Vittoria Olympia of the Romana family of Olympus
It was three days before my trip to Asgard to spend two weeks with Campbell in his castle and hopefully exploring more of the country. There was a buzz in the Palace as everyone knew the importance of this trip and Ma was sparing no moment of being the Queen she was.
"I don't think these jeans do you any justice," she frowned as she tugged on the waistband on my straight leg jeans that had too much of a gap at the back. "Did I not ask for these to be tailored?"
"Yes my Queen, we were getting right to it," one of the seamstress nervously smiled under Ma's intense gaze.
"Bianca, it's simply jeans. You don't need to set the Palace on fire," Pa chuckled as he sat on the couch with a cup of coffee in his hands and his leg thrown over the other.
