I noticed everyone in the meeting room today—Grand-Duke Regis, Grandpa Gregor, Nanny, Ravick, Theon, Marella, and Osric—but still… The fluttery feeling didn't go away.
In fact, the longer that weird green-haired man kept staring at me, the worse it got. Not in a bad way. Just… in an "I need to dramatically collapse onto a chaise lounge and whisper, 'What is the meaning of this?'" kind of way.
I scooted a little closer to Papa's chest and narrowed my eyes. Marshmallow plodded over and flopped right beside Papa's chair like a bodyguard made of pudding.
Now the green-haired man blinked at Marshmallow, and now his eyes widened.
Ah. Maybe that's what shocked him.
Never seen a divine animal before? Or just surprised it looks like a living rice bun with legs?
He looked more stunned the longer he stared. Like he couldn't decide whether Marshmallow was sacred or snackable.
But then… he looked back at me.
