Chapter Seven
“How far is the palace?” Brea nudged Maisie to go a little bit faster. The sweet horse had two speeds. Slow and stop. Not that Brea was in a hurry to get to where they were going. She was curious about her aunt, but she was not at all confident she could do this whole meet the queen thing.
“We will be there by nightfall.” Griff set an easy pace across the rolling hills just beyond the cottage.
“Is it a for real palace?” Brea chewed her bottom lip.
“As opposed to a fake one?” Griff shot her an amused smile.
Brea shrugged. “I saw this movie once where the queen and king didn’t care too much for fancy things. Their palace was a cozy log cabin.”
“Your aunt enjoys the finer things. Her palace is grand—and like nothing your human eyes have ever seen.”
“Like how?” she pressed
