Daisy
There’s a soft knock on Seraphina’s door. Jasmine and I look at each other, alarmed. She gets herself in position, the warrior in her comes to play, ready to attack.
“Who is it?” I ask, nervous myself.
“It’s me,” says a soft voice. Camellia. “May I come in?”
I look at Jasmine, shaking my head. “No,” I whisper to her. “That’s Camellia. She’s harmless like me. She’s a wonderful woman, please don’t hurt her.”
Jasmine nods. “Ask her what she wants?” Jasmine whispers back.
I roll my eyes at her. I can’t be that rude to Camellia. Somehow, though, Camellia knows. “Are you hungry?” she asks. “Do you still have food? What about Jasmine? Is she hungry? I hope Princess Seraphina is just fine.”
Now Jasmine and I look at each other again. We gasp almost at the same time, so Camellia knows
