“Your Highness, please,” begged the steward. “Let the court tinkerer handle it.”
“I can’t stay forever,” Donna said. “Veravalle needs its princess.” princess donna
And somewhere in Veravalle, a chandelier flickered once—just once, out of pure joy. “Your Highness, please,” begged the steward
Donna looked at her—really looked. At the dirt under her nails, the strength in her shoulders, the way she watched the bridge with the same steady pride a parent watches a child take its first step. Kaelen didn’t need fixing. She needed a partner. a chandelier flickered once—just once
“Then come back,” Kaelen said. “Again and again. Build bridges with me—real ones, not just of wood and rope.”
