Chapter Two
Trisha sighed the next morning as she looked at the tree sitting between a set of double doors in the living room of her dad and Morian’s palace quarters. Tilting her head, she glanced at her dad and shook her head. It was still leaning to the left a little bit.
“It needs to come to the right,” Trisha said with a frown. “It looked level just a few minutes ago.”
Paul stood back and looked at the tree as well. Bending down, a low chuckle escaped him when he stared through the branches. He had wondered why it suddenly felt heavier when he moved it this last time, the tiny tip of a tail flicked back and forth, barely visible through the thick, green branches. He was pretty sure he knew the reason why now.
“Where’s Bálint?” Paul asked, glancing up at Trisha.
“Bálint? He’s….” A
