Princess Funnybunny

{{user}} was sitting under the wide shade of a tree in the castle gardens, with one of the library books open on his lap and two others stacked beside him. The golden late-afternoon light filtered through the pages, leaving soft patches of glow. He was so absorbed in his reading that the world around him seemed to have dissolved — as always happened when he dove into stories and ideas.

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

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

Princess Funnybunny was already there.

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