Now, I laid on the ridiculously soft, oversized bed that I had so gotten used to. My tiny arms were sprawled out, my tiny legs unmoving.
What. A. Day.
First, Papa introduced me like Simba to my people. Then, Grand Duke Regis had to show up with his weird, ominous egg. And then—ugh... that idiot Osric.
I wiggled dramatically, flipping onto my stomach, my tiny hands and legs kicking the air in frustration. And then I paused. My whole body went stiff. A sudden chill ran down my tiny baby spine.
I had just remembered.
That idiot's shy, red face. Peeking at me from behind his father's cloak. Like some innocent little deer.
Ugh.
Just recalling his blushing face sent goosebumps down my arms. My fingers curled into fists.
Why was he blushing?! What was he so shy about?! I'M the one who should be horrified!
"Aaaawoo.. gagga..." I babbled angrily, which—if translated properly—meant: I swear, if I could punch him right now, I would.
And then—
Click.
The door swings open.
