Now calm, we moved through the castle's corridors in a leisurely manner. Come to think of it, this might be the way we should go about doing things. There's no telling how many others who believe in the prophecy are out there.
Richard was one of those extremist goons.
You'd never know if they could be in the palace too. Paranoia is a great way to survive. No need to draw unnecessary attention.
Juniper trailed behind us, nose to the carpet, her tails twitching slightly as she sniffed along the velvet path.
Other Fairies passed us as we walked, offering gentle nods or curious glances. At one point, a Love Fairy elder with curly white hair and a magenta tunic bowed deeply.
"Your Majesties," she greeted with reverence, arms placed behind her back.
"Hi, Faragonda," Scarlette smiled, slowing slightly.
"The Council..." Faragonda began, but we were already halfway down the hallway.
Scarlette winced. "Ver, we cut her off. She might've had something important to say."
