Tamsin looks out the windows at the city below then the land beyond. It looks so peaceful from up here in the autumn light. But she knows it's fragile and needs protecting.
"So how to protect the crown if it doesn't even want us around anymore?" Eva wonders aloud.
"If it's even worth protecting?" says Tamsin thoughtfully.
"Wow I never thought I'd hear you say that."
Tamsin shrugs. "If you want His Majesty's favor, you know he's always had a thing for you."
"Oh gross. I always hated that little twerp," Eva says. "But it's his wizard I'm worried about."
"Jafar?" Tasmin grins at her friend. "I think he has a thing for you too!"
"I know he loves to check you out too...but enough about them. We've got a throne to save."
"If we want to," smirks Tamsin. |