"Okay, Papa," Seraphina patted his back, highly amused by his extreme melodrama.
"But don't lose your arms. That would be too messy, I'll get angry if you do, and you won't be able to hug me anymore."
***
The following morning, Kaelus was summoned back to the Palace for the final, tedious rehearsal of the Imperial Banquet seating arrangements.
Which meant Alistair, the Chief Administrative Aide, was once again left alone in the estate with the tiny, terrifying Sovereign.
Alistair was currently hiding in the deepest, most secure corner of the estate's sprawling archives.
He was surrounded by towering stacks of ledgers, attempting to balance the budget for the upcoming winter quarter.
He was exhausted.
The glitter from his previous makeover had taken three aggressive scrubbing sessions to fully remove from his pores, and he was determined to avoid any further interaction with the small, chaotic demon.
