21. The Fae King

Isat on my bed in frog form. Usually, I tried to stay up as late into the night as possible, so that I could sleep through this wretched part of the day.

Rosie appeared with a return note from Georgia. I opened it at once.

Dearest Fae King,

I will gladly accept your offer of an evening stroll, if I can select our path.

Yours (contractually speaking),

PrincessGeorgia

P.S. Don’t you think you’re overdoing it with the gowns? There are at least ten here and even more shoes.

I laughed.

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