"I said no boring drama," Fluffy replied, floating upside down.
'He shouldn't know that stuff, Fluffy. I didn't even tell you that story. The hair. The stars. That night.'
Fluffy grew quiet.
"That's true."
'So what is he? A time traveler? An angel? A prince possessed by a ghost?'
"Or someone whose soul *matched* yours, once," Fluffy whispered.
That didn't help.
It made everything worse.
Evelisse didn't sleep well. Not because she was scared—because she was angry.
She didn't want to be seen like that again. Not by anyone. Not even a prince with starlit eyes and polite bows.
Especially not him.
The next morning, breakfast was a royal event. Everyone had glowing pastries and floating tea cups.
Evelisse poked her syrup cloud.
"Someone woke up cranky," Jared muttered.
"I did not," she said, stabbing a marshmallow.
Caelith entered the room.
Everyone greeted him warmly.
Evelisse? She looked directly at her teacup.
"Princess Evelisse," Caelith greeted. "Did you sleep well?"
