Happy or because we were finally getting along? Either way, it was good that we were getting along. Everything (understandably) was very tense between us at the beginning.
Now, we were warming up to each other, we were friendly.
"No problem. When we get back, we can try talking to my father again. Henrietta should be somewhere else where she can't bother us."
"Alright."
When we finally did make it home, we went straight back to the King's room,
where Henrietta was nowhere in sight. The King smiled when we entered and
patted the space beside for both me and Phoveous to sit at.
"Well, back to business," he began.
"What have you told her so far then, Son?"
"Just about transformation, thought she should know while we were on the subject. Was that alright?" The King nodded.
"Father.
