Meredith.
Xamira eventually grew tired of drawing, setting her pencil down with a little sigh.
"My lady, let's play a building block game," she said, her bright eyes already sparkling with excitement.
I chuckled softly, unable to resist her enthusiasm. "Alright," I said, leaning closer with a playful smile. "Let's see what kind of grand project you have in mind."
Within minutes, a servant appeared carrying a large wooden box, its lid painted with bright shapes and colors.
When it was set down before us, Xamira wasted no time pulling it open, revealing dozens of colorful blocks in all shapes and sizes.
I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. Then I leaned forward in my chair and asked, "What are we building, little architect?"
The little girl tapped her chin in exaggerated thought before declaring, "A castle! A really big one—like in the fairy tales Daddy told me."
I grinned. "A castle it is."
