"Don't trip, my princess!" another handmaid pleaded, her voice tinged with panic.
But the little girl, Arin, spun around mid-run, her curls bouncing as she called back with a laugh, "We're fast! You can't catch us!"
Dorian, her equally mischievous brother, grinned at her. "If they can't catch us, we'll get to Zephyros first!"
Their laughter rang like tiny bells as they sprinted ahead, their excitement too big for their small bodies to contain.
The handmaids exchanged looks of exasperation, and wondered what the prince meant by getting to Zepheros first.
Are they planning to run to Zepheros or what? They picked up their pace, though it was clear they stood no chance of catching the whirlwind twins.
