Evelisse leaned in, nose wrinkling with interest. "What were you going to tell me?"
Seraphina smirked in a way that made Evelisse suspicious in the best possible way. "There's going to be a Festival of Stars. And to celebrate—"
Evelisse gasped dramatically. "Royal Games Day?!"
Seraphina's eyes sparkled. "Exactly."
"A whole day with no boring nobles?!"
"Not a single scroll of trade agreements in sight."
Evelisse clutched her heart. "You are the best queen ever."
"I try," Seraphina said, sipping her tea. "The Festival of Stars is only a few days away. We'll be traveling to Duchess Marivelle's duchy by the coast. The family will stay together, there will be a starlight parade, sky lanterns, moon-tide sweets—"
"Moon-tide sweets?" Evelisse squeaked.
"Pastries dusted with starlight sugar and sea-salt caramel."
"I am a child and I demand twenty."
"You'll get three."
"Six and I won't tell anyone you fell asleep during Father's speech last week."
