Page 175 of The Wolf Prince
“Fine. I mostly want to play with it.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Grimm.”
“No.”
“Your Highness.”
His eyes flash gold and his nostrils flare.
Oh, he likes that.
Interesting.
I file that information away for later.
Then he sighs.
“Stay here.”
Victory.
He crosses the room and opens a tall cabinet built into the stone wall. Magic flashes beneath his hand. A hidden compartment opens. And there it is.
A crown.
An actual crown.
Gold.
Ancient.
Beautiful.
Wolf heads are worked subtly into the design, their bodies disappearing into curling vines and leaves. Dark stones gleam between them.
For once in my life, I have nothing to say. Grimm removes it carefully. Then turns. I grin.
“Put it on me.”
“No.”
My mouth drops open.
“You just showed it to me!”
“You asked to see it.”
“I also want to wear it.”
“It’s a King’s crown.”
“So?”
“So, you haven't earned it yet, Princess.”
Excuse me? I put both hands on my hips.
