Later that night, I find myself seated in the kitchen, the soft glow of the overhead lights casting a warm ambiance over the room. With my dinner on the counter and my beloved book in hand. Having whiled away

the day immersed in its pages, I'm already halfway through. Beside me, Beatrice observes with mild interest, her gaze

lingering on the book clenched in my grasp.

"For a princess, I'm surprised you had the time to take up

such a human hobby," she remarks, her tone tinged with ...