CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
When Tatiana entered the kitchen, everyone was there eating breakfast.
Emma was at the stove cleaning up after cooking when she saw Tatiana at the door.
“Your highness! You should rest some more!” Emma said, walking over to Tatiana. Morgan and Bjorn also turned around to look at her. Her face was slowly regaining color and there is a gauze placed on her forehead.
“I’m fine,” she said, and sat down on the bench beside Morgan. The bread with melted butter smelled good, along with the fresh milk that Morgan bought from a milk boy this morning. The princess’s eyes sparkled and she reached out for the bread when fuzzy memories flashed in her mind.
“Ow,” she hissed, holding her head where the injury was.
“Princess” Emma hovered her hand around the princess, “you sh
