After baking a small cake for Emily and Beta Tom to celebrate, I see that King Harvey is missing. Placing the iced cake to the side to rest, I dash off to our bedroom and see he is sitting at the edge of our bed, staring out the window seriously.
“Honey?” I call King Harvey, who barely moves his head.
“My parents are coming, Elena.” King Harvey’s jaw doesn’t even move. “I must say I hope it is positive news.”
I shrug. “It must be, King Harvey. I have proved myself and have done nothing wrong.”
“You never did anything wrong, my wife.” King Harvey stands and is at my side at once, pulling me into his warm chest. “Is there cake for us?”
I can’t help laughing out loud at his innocent question. “Yes, yes. I made two cupcakes for us.”
“Lovely.” King Harvey grins. “I can cover you in icing.
