…and you remember the code, don’t you?

Yes, of course. Kalifa waves a dismissive hand. She’s not an amateur; Kaku needn’t fuss over her so much. Like an elderly grandmother, the way he flits about, straightening her fur stole, the hem of her dress, as though she hasn’t spent the last hour making herself look presentable.…

Bonney knew that, technically, she was a Princess. Papa was King, and always busy running the country, which meant she was a Princess and when she grew up she’d be Queen. But she didn’t really feel like a Princess, most of the time.…