Celeste’s POV, around 20 years old:
“Hi, Father,” I chirp as he steps into mom’s living room. I hurry to greet him by the door, making him focus on me and not Mother Green’s stones. With his focus on me, she can clean the Stones of Fate up and away from his sight.
“That is no way to greet me. You’re an adult and should treat me as such,” Father scolds.
I blush, cursing myself even if I reached my goal. I successfully locked his attention to myself. Let’s just hope he is in a good mood today.
“I’m sorry, High Prince Terra, my sire,” I correct myself, bending my head slightly in respect. The court disputes my rank, but my father and I have agreed to treat each other as if we are of the same rank. For now, at least.
“I forgive you, Princess Celeste,” he answers, and gives me the same amo
