I crept up to this still, defiant beauty. He didn’t move, or acknowlege me, even when I was a paw away from his face. The strange prince, for I refused to admit he was anything less, just stood there and grinned.
This infuriated me. Who was he grinning at, if not myself? Was he mocking me?
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