Chapter 129: The crackheaded royals
The palace was finally quiet after weeks of tense energy and shadowy omens. Too quiet.
Which meant one thing: Rina was up to something.
"Rina, what are you doing?" Caelan asked cautiously, eyeing her crouched behind a large flowerpot, whispering to what looked like a marshmallow with eyes.
"It's not what, it's who," Rina whispered, wide-eyed. "This is Marshy. He's my new spy. He saw Aunt Eira sneaking cake from the royal kitchen last night."
Azrael Jr. strolled in, arms crossed, looking unimpressed. "You named a floating marshmallow 'Marshy' and made him a snitch?"
"He's not a snitch," Rina argued. "He's... an undercover dessert agent!"
Just then, a loud BOOM! shook the corridor. Flames shot through the air, barely missing a tapestry.
"CAELAN!" Selene's voice echoed from the upper floor. "I told you not to practice fireballs indoors!"
Caelan winced. "Oops. I was aiming for the training dummy. But, uh... it moved."
"You set your brother's pants on fire," she yelled.
Azrael Jr. walked past, still smoldering. "We've had this conversation! I'm not the dummy!"