As I was thinking about whether to interfere with the novel plot or not—whether to save Osric's childhood from becoming a nightmare—the doors of the dining area swung open with a loud creak. The clanking of boots made my head snap toward the entrance.
Grandpa Gregor walked in, his big, familiar presence making my heart feel all warm and fuzzy. "Gwampa!" I squealed, jumping from my chair and launching myself straight at his legs like a tiny cannonball.
"Princess...be careful," Nanny panicked.
Grandpa chuckled, scooping me up with ease. He was my fortress while Papa was away, my protector against all things boring. And obviously, he let me do whatever I wanted.
Best. Grandpa. Ever.
Osric followed behind, his usual soft smile on his face. Grandpa Gregor ruffled my hair, making it even messier than it already was.
"How is my little princess?" Grandpa Gregor asked.
"Gwampa! You cawwnot ruwin my hair!" I declared, swatting at his big hand as he ruffled my carefully styled locks.
