Chapter Twenty-Three
“What happened to the kitchen?” Trelon asked, gazing at it in stunned disbelief. “This isn’t how I remember it.”
Ha’ven’s deep chuckle echoed throughout the room when they entered the Queen’s kitchen. Instead of looking like the medieval drawings from Abby’s illustrations, it now looked like it belonged in a dollhouse. Gone was the huge fireplace and stone hearth. In its place was a bright pink and white stove complete with a teapot and cups with smiling faces on them.
“Are you still being attacked by those damn Tickle Bugs?” Kelan asked.
“Creon, what does this remind you of?” Ha’ven called out.
“The girls’ playset in the nursery,” Creon replied.
“This looks just like Alice’s back home,” Ha’ven laughed. “I guess we know who’s booby-trapped the kitchen.”
“Alice s
