The ballroom was filled with music, laughter, and wonderful chatter.
It had been three years since a new peace treaty had been agreed upon, and tonight was the first annual ball between the two kingdoms. Next year’s own would hold in Teeland if this should go well.
It should, though, everything had been wonderful after the peace treaty.
Zezi turned to the door for the millionth time, her hands fiddling with her purple dress, before moving up to her hair and adjusting her crown.
They were not here yet?
Suddenly, she could hear her pups coming, and soon enough, they ran to her, then around her, trying to avoid each other as they laughed.
“Give it back!” Orion said.
“It’s mine now,” Lyra laughed.
“Lyra, darling, give him his cap.”
“Ma, but he took my chocolate!”
