Chapter Twenty-Five
“Gulliver?” Not sure what to expect, Griffin raced into the royal nursery where the kids played most afternoons.
“Griff, look at it! Isn’t it beautiful?” Gulliver swished his new tail around.
“Are you okay?” Griffin went down on his knees to inspect Gulliver for any injuries. Magic gone wrong could lead to any number of issues. Some that might not be visible at first.
“Griffin, I am so sorry!” Brea wrung her hands. “That child of mine has a mind of her own.”
“Kind of like her mother,” Griffin said wryly, trying not to let his worry for Gulliver lead to anger with the strong-willed princess.
“Tia is so stubborn, and I just don’t understand it.” Brea paced the nursery with baby Ciara cradled in a human looking contraption she wore like a sling over her shoulder. The
