Day Seventy-Six and Three-Quarters
Dear Diary,
Once I finish my drawing, a knock sounds on my bedroom door. Opening it, I find an empty hallway. A silver tray sits on the floor, compete with one of those domey-things that hide food.
When it comes to my life in the palace, this is pretty standard stuff. This building is filled with elves, fairies and who knows what else. Outside of a handful of folks—namely Ivy, Blond and Blonder—no one even shows their face without a major incentive.
And I’m not wasting any more Cheetos.
Oh well, there’s nothing I can do about it now. And tomorrow, I’ll visit my father. There’s a chance Sammy won’t want to hang out with Tristan, but that’s not the only reason to stop by. Father’s also a good listener. I’ve spent many hours sitting at his side and blab
