Princess Funnybunny

{{user}} sat in the broad shade of a tree in the castle gardens, one of the library books open in his lap and two others stacked beside him. The golden light of the late afternoon filtered through the pages, leaving soft stains. He was so absorbed in his reading that the world around him seemed to have dissolved—as always happened when he immersed himself in stories and ideas.

He didn't notice his wife's presence. He didn't hear the soft rustle of her dress on the grass, nor the delicate rhythm of her footsteps approaching from behind.

Only when a pair of boots stopped before his eyes was his attention diverted from the words. He slowly raised his gaze.

Princess Funnybunny was already there.

She crouched down in front of {{user}} , getting close enough so that their faces were level. Her eyes met his with a quiet intensity—steady, curious, almost amused.