Lastina devoured everything there was to devour in her mocha-chocolate parfait, sighed deeply, and set her spoon down.
As luck had it, Adelheid had just finished her parfait as well. The princess put down her spoon, and the two women made eye contact and smiled. It was clear that they’d both greatly enjoyed their desserts.
“Is it all right if I join you again?” Lastina asked frankly.
“Oh, but of course!” Adelheid nodded, responding as if it were the least complicated thing in the world. “I’ll wait for you here. Next time, I’ll have to introduce you to Lady Victoria, Lady Renner, and of course, Lord Shareef!”
“I’m so glad I found this place,” Lastina whispered to herself. She unconsciously wagged her tail and flapped her wings as she watched Adelheid order two cups of hot cafa.
A wonderful conversation with wonderful company and wonderful food—she would never forget this day for the rest of her life.
It was a while yet before the young woman proudly declared herself “Lastina, the Weakest King.”