CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
I never knew King Sven had a godmother—let alone an aunt. But now I understand why her green eyes feel so familiar. They're the exact shade as his. Sharp. Piercing.
Maggi turns to Kane with a playful smile. “Leave the girl with me,” she commands.
Kane hesitates, clearly reluctant, but bows and leaves me behind with the strange, older woman.
“Now, my dear,” she says, those green eyes crinkling as her smile widens, “why don’t you come with me?”
I only nod, unable to say anything in response as she leads the way. She leads me through a part of the palace that I've never been to before. It's grandeur, each part more colourful as we walk further.
“I just returned from a six-year holiday in the Kingdom of Gnomes,” Maggi chatters, gesturing animatedly. “A land far more col
