“I am pretty sure that godson was not trying to ‘get into my knickers’.” Chloe shook her head. A while back someone telling her this would have gotten to her. But not now. Now she was to confident to let anyone get her down. “I’m still making you the flower crown.”
“I already know I am the king of the world, I do not need a crown to prove that.” A small little scoff had left his mouth as he spoke, truly believing his own words. “Why waste you time? Perhaps you should make yourself one? You are a princess, afterall.”
















