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“Daddy, Grandpa said you’re a prince? You told me you’re a guard.” I find it hard to not laugh at the accusatory expression on Genevieve’s face.
We are heading back to our house after she had princess tea with her grandparents.
“I am a prince, little Sunshine but my real job is a guard for your Uncle Roark. And I help Tessi with writing things. I don’t do Prince stuff.” I explain hoping that makes sense.
Home for the last month is a small house near the castle with a mini playground for Genevieve. We will move back into the castle itself soon but our suite is being renovated to accomodate Genevieve and me too. My younger self had different tastes than I do now. I wanted a better kitchen so I can cook for her too.
She nods understanding what I mean. "But you can be a prince i
