^Charlotte^
“Are you absolutely, positively sure you want to dive into this madness, Lily?” Lily asked, her voice laced with a healthy dose of skepticism as I wrestled my second ankle boot onto my foot.
I paused, balancing precariously. “I’m positive, my dear. My sanity, or what’s left of it, demands it. I can only explore so many dusty castle corridors before I start questioning the meaning of life. Lyta offered, and I, a desperate soul, accepted. Plus, the snacks here are top-notch. Can’t argue with free pastries.” I gave her my most innocent, butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth smile.
Lily, being Lily, just crossed her arms, her expression radiating, “Oh, please.” She apparently had a strong opinion on me playing “Royal Receptionist.” Her personal theory was that whatever sizzling, conf
