Legs crossed, coffee cup in hand, Liria leaned back in her chair at the castle's massive breakfast table, savoring the calm. For once, her life wasn't a rolling disaster. At least, not yet.
"Pass the jam," Enara said sharply, not bothering to look up from her plate as she smeared butter onto a piece of toast with the precision of a surgeon.
"Say 'please,' you little gremlin," Liria shot back, tossing the jar across the table.
Enara caught it with a huff, her midnight eyes narrowing. "You're supposed to set an example for me."
"Yeah, and that example is called survival. Welcome to the real world, princess."
Across the table, Queen Verida, her regal demeanor intact despite the casual breakfast setting, suppressed a smile. Her golden eyes flicked to Ananara, who perched uninvited on a fruit bowl. The sentient pineapple sniffed disdainfully, as if offended by the very concept of breakfast.
