I was sitting in our grand, yet cozy, living quarters, attempting to finish up some last-minute preparations for the banquet Seraphine insisted on. I could hear the twins giggling from the other side of the room, where they were playing with Ember.
Seraphine was busy ordering the castle staff around for tomorrow's festivities, leaving me in charge of the two little rascals.
The twins were a handful, to say the least. At only a few months old, they had already developed an uncanny ability to crawl at lightning speed, and their magic had started manifesting in the most unpredictable and occasionally chaotic ways.
Rhiannon, with her rich brown hair streaked with red, had somehow inherited my invisibility magic.
One second she'd be giggling right in front of me, and the next, she'd disappear into thin air, leaving me frantically searching for her like a crazed person.
