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Chapter 9: Something's Missing
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The little cottage at the edge of the Fool-Eating Marsh was quiet with reflection as Master Fu helped Marinette by fixing her mangled hair. After getting all the leaves and twigs out of it, then washing it to clean off the soiled fruit from the townsfolk, he brushed it out to get a better look. Half of her hair was sheared away to her right ear, while the other half cascaded over her left shoulder. Since it was cut violently from a pigtail, the ends were very uneven. Master Fu wasn't sure what he could do to make it better, other than...
"You can cut off the other half." Marinette said dully as if reading his mind.
"Are you sure, Marinette? I can try to..."
"No, I'd rather we just get it over with. My hair will grow back." she said as if trying to encourage herself more than the elderly man.
Reluctantly, Master Fu took some scissors and severed the remaining midnight locks. He tried to make it better in appearance by evening out her whole scalp and ended up styling it into a more boyish fashion. It wasn't the best, but it didn't look terrible to him. He fought through hearing the poor girls sniffles the entire time. He could see her watching her locks fall away from her body and wondered what she was really thinking. When he finished, he brushed the hair away with a broom to get it out of her sight and took out a small mirror for her to see herself.
"Have a look, my dear." He handed the mirror to her trembling hands.
Marinette held the little mirror in front of her, but right now the reflection only showed her chest. She swallowed the lump in her throat trying to gain the strength to just get it over with. Moving the mirror to where her hair used to be, her tears started falling when she saw nothing. Going further up to her ears, she saw where her hair finally was. It was so short now, even shorter than her mother's. She almost looked like a boy now. That part didn't really bother her, because she remembered her friend Rose had a very similar style. No, it was the fact that this was one more thing she lost among everything else to Lila. The whole of her life was clipped away as fast as her hair, and the only evidence she had of her existence was her engagement ring and her black pearl earrings.
She mourned her loss until she heard a commotion near the fireplace. Master Fu was taking the remains of the unfortunate chair the wolf had devoured over to the pile of wood, all the while with an amused smile on his face.
"What's so funny?" she asked smally.
"It is ironic." He answered her. "I finally have an opportunity to use this second chair because we have a guest, and it gets destroyed by a magical animal."
Marinette guessed that was a little funny and let herself chuckle with him. She did feel bad for causing him so much trouble. "I can help you make another one, if you like?" she offered.
"That's very thoughtful of you, Marinette, but right now I think we have other things to discuss. Why don't you help me with the supper, and we can go over what to do next."
The seamstress got up right away, more than relieved to be able to keep herself busy and not think about anything else. They settled on some vegetable soup, and Marinette made some bread to go with it faster than Master Fu could ask her. Being the daughter of a baker, she could have done it blindfolded. The kwamis did their part by taste testing the food as it was cooking, each one having their own opinions. Pollen and Tikki wanted the soup to be sweeter, while Wayzz and Trixx wanted it to be more on the spicy side. Nooroo and Duusu were indifferent and cared more about the delicious smelling bread in the oven, and Plagg didn't care one way or the other; he just wanted the cheese Master Fu kept in the pantry.
Marinette felt better after watching the little deities and their antics. If it weren't for the kwamis, she was sure Master Fu would be pretty lonely all by himself on this little farm in the woods. They were all like a family, they took care of each other. She was actually watching Tikki and Pollen as they took several herbs from different jars and added it to the master's tea. She wondered what it was.
"Master Fu, your medicine is ready." Tikki announced and she stirred the cup with a small spoon.
"Thank you, Tikki." Master Fu used his cane to step away from the soup and slowly sip his brew.
Marinette didn't think about it before, but the elderly man did look a little winded right now. "Are you going to be alright, sir?"
"Yes, yes, don't worry about me, Marinette." he answered between sips. "My heart just isn't what it used to be, and today's excitement was a little more extra than what I am accustomed to."
She felt her heart spike in fear. "Don't you think you should lay down, or something?"
"It's alright, that's what this medicine is for." he finished his cup and went back to completing supper.
When she took out the bread to let it cool, Master Fu started adding more vegetables to the soup and let it simmer. It was going to be a little longer before dinner was ready, so the kwamis thought this would be a good time to ask Marinette some more questions.
"So, Marinette, no one in your hometown remembers who you are because of this Lila's spell?" Tikki asked for confirmation.
"That's right." the seamstress sighed. "She also said that if I tried to tell anyone who I was, it would hurt their minds, maybe even kill them. I saw it happened when I tried to talk to Adrien and Alya, it was like all the sudden they were getting terrible headaches."
"It makes sense." Wayzz contemplated. "Creating spells on the mind is not an easy task, even for Gimmi. The pains must be used as a backup to keep the people in control."
Master Fu listened to the conversation as he watched the soup boil and something occurred to him. "Marinette, can you tell me if anything unusual happened before all of this, anything specific."
"Like what?" she asked, not sure what he was getting at.
"Was there anything that Lila did or said that seemed off to you? Or perhaps something else was happening when she was not around?" he asked as he stirred the pot.
Marinette had to think over the past few days. "Well, she did say some things like how she had more power than the king himself. I thought she was a little crazy before all of this happened. But other than that nothing really happened... Wait, there was something odd."
"What was it?" Tikki asked this time.
"Around the town, people were saying how they were finding small rocks in their coin purses."
This caused Master Fu to step away from the pot and face Marinette again. "You said that Lila paid you money for a dress, correct?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Do you still have the money?"
"Yeah, right here." she took out the small bag from her satchel and showed him the money by spreading it on the table. "I wish I had never accepted it, maybe none of this would've happened."
Master Fu and all the kwamis looked at the money intensely as if suddenly the coins were going to come to life. Then Master Fu turned to the black and red kwamis. "Tikki? Plagg?"
"Yep, that has Gimmi's magic on it, alright." Plagg hissed angrily. "The small rocks must have been the exchange."
"It also must be what we were sensing off of Marinette, and that's why we thought she had Gimmi." Tikki added.
Marinette listened closely to them then had some questions of her own. "What do you mean by exchange?"
Plagg and Tikki looked at each other, deciding if they should explain or not. Then when they got the nod from Master Fu and he went back to the soup, Tikki answered first.
"What you need to understand is what we kwamis are." She began.
"What are you?" Marinette asked.
"All our magic is based on a concept." Plagg answered.
"That's right." Tikki nodded. "Each of us has a specific skill and laws we must obey by that skill."
"For example, I am the Kwami of Protection." Wayzz included himself. "I am all about shielding those in need."
"I am the Kwami of Action, I decide who moves forward and who must be stopped." Pollen smiled cutely.
"You already know me as the Kwami of Illusion." Trixx said smugly. Marinette smiled at the little fox knowing full well that she owed her life to the kwami with his deceptive magic.
"I'm the Kwami of Emotion!" Duusu said enthusiastically.
"Transmission." Nooroo said more calmly.
"And what do you do?" Marinette asked.
"Basically, our powers are what made some of the famous legends of heroes and monsters. Not that the others haven't played a part in them, and I'm sure you would recognize them if we named a few. But I feel that will be for another time." Nooroo explained without going into full detail.
Marinette smiled at everyone sharing a part of themselves, then she turned to Tikki and Plagg. "And you two?"
"We are the Kwamis of Creation and Destruction." Tikki said proudly.
"We're also what makes up Gimmi." Plagg said with a bit of regret. His words also made Tikki a little sad.
"What do you mean?" Marinette asked seeing their distress.
"Gimmi is the Kwami of Reality. They are the combined concept of creation and destruction, what Tikki and I are when we are one." Plagg said.
His words seemed simple, and it made Marinette question if she really understood or not. "So, Gimmi is like... your child?" she hesitated to say.
"This is one way to look at it, but at the same time it's not how we kwamis work." Tikki supplied. "Think of it as mixing two ingredients to make something new. Gimmi has the combined consciousness of Plagg and me, and is a completely different kwami all on their own. They were also the one that was most important to us and our realm."
"Realm?"
"The realm of the kwamis, our home dimension." Plagg started, but then saw the confused look on Marinette face and tried to rephrase. "Umm, it's kind of like the world of the fairies. It's a different plain from the world of mortals, and it's where we get all our magic."
"Gimmi was the one that creates the doorway that bridges our world with yours." Tikki added.
Marinette was starting to understand, but then she remembered Master Fu and asked him. "What part do you have in all of this, sir?"
Master Fu stirred the soup for another minute before answering her. "Every few years, Gimmi would open the doorway from their realm to ours and allow the kwamis to spread their gifts to certain people who are worthy. Much of their work is what created those stories of heroes and magical creatures that you probably heard as a child. My family was tasked with guarding the doorway until all the kwamis returned to their home, and Gimmi would close it for several more years."
Everyone looked dispirited now, and Marinette could take a guess to why. "What happened to Gimmi?"
Master Fu made a long sigh and sat down on the small stool by the fire, "We were deceived by a woman with strange magical abilities."
"She trapped Gimmi and separated them from our realm, forcing the doorway to remain shut and locked us away from our home." Tikki continued. "We would've been able to stop her by working together with our powers, but she used Gimmi to make a seal that limited our abilities, especially me and Plagg. Now it takes so long for us to focus enough energy to use it, like when Plagg had to create that little hole in the bag you caught them in."
Marinette nodded in remembering when the black cat kwami said that.
"If it hadn't been for that seal, we would've stopped her right away and make that bitch suffer." Plagg growled menacingly just thinking about it.
"Is there a way to free all of you, even Gimmi?" Marinette asked.
"The only way to free Gimmi would be if all the seals on the kwamis were broken," Master Fu answered. "But after a number of years, I have yet to find the solution."
Marinette felt disappointed that they didn't have an answer for her, but this did prove one thing. "So the woman that stole Gimmi is definitely Lila, right?"
"She went by a different name back then, but yes, I am certain it is the same woman." Master Fu agreed. "Marinette, while your encounter with Lila is tragic, it does present some light to our current situation."
"How so?"
"That wolf creature, it was made out of pure magic, which is something that should not be done with Gimmi." Master Fu started smiling, thinking of the possibilities.
"Why is that impossible?" Marinette asked trying not to shiver at the memory of that frightening beast.
"Gimmi's laws of reality is all about equivalent exchange." Tikki jumped back into the conversation. "Whatever you wish to make or change, something has to be given in return, like what happened with those coins. Lila couldn't just create money from nothing, she exchanged the currency from other people and replaced them with the rocks."
Even though she understood the kwami's explanation, it still didn't explain everything to Marinette. "If that's the case, then what did she trade to make everyone forget me?"
"We don't know." Plagg answered this time. "But whatever it was, it must have been something that made her desperate enough to use Gimmi's magic to make that wolf. And using Gimmi's magic without a price will have an even greater toll."
"Okay, but what does that mean for me? What am I supposed to do in the meantime?" Marinette asked hopelessly.
"We don't have the answers right now, but I have a feeling that we will someday." Master Fu took the pot off the fire and placed it on a pad at the dining table. "In the meantime, you are welcome to stay here with us. We can give you a place to sleep in exchange for some help around the garden and barn. My old bones aren't what they used to be."
She smiled at the old man and shook his hand to seal the deal. She may have lost everything, but at least she was no longer stuck in the woods all by herself anymore.
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"There is still the matter of the Baron Von Stone. He has added another request about building a moat around Castle Noir and have a pet alligator in the water. While he has the finances to do so, he does need permission from the royal family. The property is in contract with the Agreste family, and your parents named you the tenant to the estate. Baron Von Stone is willing to pay the rents extra in advance should he receive approval." Nathalie Sancoeur read through the documents assigned to the prince for the day.
"Why would the baron want an alligator for a pet?" Adrien asked in disbelief as he flipped through several documents on his desk.
"I don't know, sir." the advisor sighed. "Perhaps he simply wishes to do something exotic with the property."
"Well then why not add swans, or make it a good fishing moat? Putting an alligator in the water is likely to get someone killed." Adrien had to get up and walk around the desk to reach some of the other papers and look around them.
"Shall we decline the baron's request then, sir?" she asked already preparing to make a note.
"Umm, yeah sure, that sounds fine." Adrien answered without looking at the advisor, and continued to look around everything on his desk, in the drawers, and even underneath the desk.
"Sire, if you are looking for something, perhaps I can be of some assistance." Nathalie offered.
Adrien stopped in a huff, and had his hands on his hips while just looking around the room. "I don't know what I'm looking for."
"Sir?"
"It's just," he ran his fingers through his hair trying to get his thoughts together. "I don't know, I feel like there's something that I'm forgetting, but for the life of me I can't think of what that something is. Have you even had this happen to you before."
"I make it a point to keep track of all documents and records in my care, your highness." Nathalie gave a rehearsed answer after adjusting her glasses, then did her part by looking through her schedule, "I don't have anything in the reminders, sir. Was it perhaps something that you forgot to write down before?"
"No, it was more like I woke up this morning and something was missing." he let his body fall back into the chair and leaned his head back to just look at the ceiling. "Maybe I'm working too hard."
"Is there anything I can do, sir?" Nathalie tried one more time.
"No, thank you, Nathalie. I think I'll just finish up here and then go get some air in the gardens." he straightened himself back up and got to work.
"I'll leave you to it, sir." the advisor then bowed and turned to leave the office, leaving the prince alone with his thoughts.
Adrien finished the rest of the paperwork fast enough. It was mostly standard state papers given to the prince because they were so miniscule that they didn't bother giving it to the king. After that, he decided to pack everything up and stayed in his seat. He knew he said he would get some fresh air, but right now his heart wasn't in it. It was a nice day out today, but for some reason there was this restlessness coursing through his body. He thought back to his conversation with the advisor. What he failed to mention to Nathalie was that the nagging thought that something was missing was leaving his heart with a great rooting pain. What's worse was that he knew it wasn't about missing something, but someone. It was as if there was a person that should be around, but he didn't know who, or why he was missing them.
There hadn't been a loss in his life recently, only new faces. It wasn't about his mother. Her loss had been a lingering ache he'd learned to live with, and this was something different and felt much worse. He tried to think about the people he hadn't seen much of since the ball. He hadn't seen Lila yet today, he realized. Was that the problem? No, that couldn't be it. Why would he be missing Lila? In fact, he did anything but miss her. That woman completely escaped his mind when she wasn't around, and then when she showed up he found himself in misery. He didn't know where she was right now, and he didn't really want to see her, which made him feel guilty. He just didn't understand his own thoughts, he was so confused.
"Hello, my prince!" a familiar voice echoed through the room. Lila came sprinting pass the doorway to throw herself over Adrien before he could have a change to respond. "Did you miss me?"
Adrien didn't know how to respond to that. The truth was no, he did not miss her. But he, without a doubt, could not say that. So instead, he replied with, "I thought you were going to your shop today to work on some dresses?"
"Oh, I was, but then I decided to leave it to my assistant. She's always ready to work a few extra hours, plus it will be good for her to earn some more credit with the customers." Lila helped herself onto Adrien's lap, and fiddled with his golden locks, which left him feeling annoyed and uncomfortable.
He tried to distract himself with keeping the conversation. "That seems a little unusual. I thought you lived to work on the clothes in the shop?"
"Yes, but I have a lot of responsibilities now, and I can't afford to waste time sewing. All my time should belong to you, after all. Don't you think?" She cupped his cheek and tried to lean in to kiss him.
Adrien felt like his heart was trying to jump out of his body, but in a bad way. He couldn't get up fast enough and help Lila onto her feet. "Well, uh... While I appreciate your dedication, I don't want to take up all of your time. You should be allowed to do the things you love whenever you wish."
Lila stared at him for a moment, as if not believing he just did that. Then she blinked and finally spoke. "If that is what you want, your highness."
Before he could say anything else, she was gone. Now Adrien felt like he could breathe again, but it wasn't enough. All the sudden he felt the need for that fresh air and hurried off into the gardens. He didn't stop there and continued on to the secret area with his mother's statue. He sat down in front of the likeness of the late queen, trying to get his head on straight. He just didn't understand what was wrong with him. Why was he so confused about everything? Why does his heart ache? Why does Lila's presence seem to make it worse? Why is there something missing? And... why is something missing from his mother's statue?
He took a closer look at the figure, and he definitely remembered there was supposed to be a scepter in her hand. How did that happen? No one else was allowed to come in here save for the gardeners. Was there a thief? Did his father or Nathalie know anything about this?
He goes back to the palace and heads straight for the advisor's office. "Nathalie?"
She gets up from her seat and bows to the prince. "Your royal highness."
"My mother's statue in the private garden, was there not supposed to be a scepter in her hand? Cause it's not there." he asked, hoping that at least something around here would start to make sense.
Nathalie did a quick look through several of her record books until she finally found the right one. "Well, sire, it says here that there was a scepter being made, but the king changed his mind at the last minute, though my records don't say why..."
"Do you remember the reason?" Adrien asked trying to think of one himself.
Nathalie looked like she was about to answer, then stopped herself to rethink. "Actually, I don't believe there was one. Not that I can remember anyway. Do you know, sir?"
"I... I don't know... why can't I remember?" Great, just one more thing for the prince to be frustrated about.
"Oh, My Prince!" Make that two. "There you are, I was looking everywhere for you. I was hoping we could go have lunch together. It's such a beautiful day outside, we could have a picnic."
Adrien watched her come up and stare into him with big, innocent eyes as if saying no was going to crush her. He looked over to Nathalie, giving her a look that was begging her to have something for him, so he doesn't have to go with Lady Rossi.
Luckily, Nathalie was very good about reading a room. "If I may remind you, sir, you do have a fencing lesson in about half an hour, and afterwards there are some updated state papers about the taxes."
"Right, Taxes!" Adrien said almost too enthusiastically. "I'm so sorry, Lila, but this really needs my attention right now. Perhaps I can join you for lunch some other time?"
"Of course, your highness." Lila tried to keep a smile on, but her tone was still very venomous. That smile completely dropped when the prince all but ran away from her.
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Lila didn't bother acknowledging the advisor now that the prince was no longer in the room. She tried to keep her posture, but it was a battle to not take her anger out of the first thing she could see. Like that little cleaning maid crossing her way. No, if anything it was the prince's duties that were becoming more of an obstacle. It was keeping him from falling for her charms and developing attraction to her. He should be giving her flowers, writing poetry, and even sneaking into her bedchambers by now. Maybe she should do what she can to lighten the prince's load so that he will have to spend more time with her.
She made her way through the halls and into the area where Viscount Roth was partaking in some delicious sugary treats.
"Viscount Roth?" she got his attention.
"Vvwha ish it?" he asked with a mouthful of eclairs.
"There is something that I wish to discuss with you about the kingdom." she helped herself to the seat across from him.
"What?" he asked impatiently after wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"Taxation." she rested her chin on her entwined fingers.
Roth was surprised by her sudden interests, and tried to gather himself together to find the right answer. "Wellllll... uhhhhh... P-Papillon's citizens are actually pretty good about paying their debts to the king, and the king's financial advisors are very trustworthy."
"Is that so?" a clever smile creeps onto the woman's face.
"Y-yes?" the viscount was nervous that maybe he wasn't saying the right thing.
"Well, then, I suppose we shall have to do something about that."
"Uhh, wait, what?" now he was confused.
"You did say you wish to become rich, did you not?" she appealed to his interests, and the viscount joined her in smiling wickedly.
"Absolutely."
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King Gabriel sat at his throne with his son at his side, not sure what to expect of the situation. Apparently, Lady Rossi and Viscount Roth had called a meeting with the counselors and other members of the court claiming that an urgent matter has arisen. While he had no desire to be unfair and not hear them out, the king had his doubts on what the new lady of the court could have discovered in such a short amount of time.
"What's all this about, Viscount Roth? Lady Rossi?" his voice silenced all others.
"Your majesty, I felt it was most important to inform you about some certain matters that the viscount has shared with me." Lila made a curtsy before the king.
"What matters?" Prince Adrien was the one to ask.
"I believe the viscount will be able to explain it best." She steps aside and lets the man step forward.
"Your Majesty." Viscount Roth begins. "It has come to my attention that several records have not been matching up with the accounts in the royal treasury. I believe you have a thief among your counselors..."
"That's Absurd!" One of the men interrupted the viscount, then turned to the king. "Your majesty, you know that we would never steal anything from you. We have been your most loyal servants for twenty years."
"Yes, I am aware of that, counselor." King Gabriel agreed.
"If anything, you should question the honor of the viscount." Another accountant pointed out. "Why should we take the word of a man that everyone knows to be the greediest nobleman in all of Papillon?"
"I think we can all agree that Viscount Roth is a rather avaricious man." Lila stepped forward in agreement. Viscount Roth actually thought she was going to turn things against him until she continued. "But he is no more in wanting than any other man in existence. Everyone has their own idea of when enough is enough, and often that is have more than others. But that does not mean we should take what belongs to our beloved king."
The counselors could see that things were turning back to them, and were quick to defend themselves. "Sire, I swear that we haven't stolen anything from you. We never have and we never will."
Gabriel hummed in agreement, and went back to the other two. "Lady Rossi, these men have served me loyally for many years, and I am more than inclined to agree with them. Perhaps this is a simple matter of miscalculation."
"Your majesty is generous and just, and you are most likely right." Lila gave her praise. "If I may make a suggestion, maybe we could assign the viscount to overlook the taxes and be supervisor to the treasury. I'm sure he is more than capable of insuring everything will be sorted out."
Gabriel turned to his son to silently ask if he had any objection. While Adrien didn't see the harm in it, there was a part of him that felt he should keep a better eye on things with the treasury and other duties. It would be best if he overlooked other things Lila got involved in, something told him he had to be careful. Plus, this may give him an excuse to stay busy and away from her. So, the prince gave a nod to his gather to say he was in support of this.
"Very well, Lady Rossi, the viscount will be granted accessor and overseer to the taxes of Papillon. I expect full reports on his progress within the week. That will be all for now, everyone." He waved off for everyone to leave, then stopped the young woman. "Lady Rossi, if I could have an extra moment of your time alone, please?"
"Of course, your majesty." Lila gave another curtsy, then waited for everyone to leave the room including the prince. "Was there something else on your mind, sir?"
Gabriel contemplated what he wanted to say for a moment. It didn't escape his attention that the prince had completely disregarded the young lady's presence. Adrien didn't even acknowledge her as he left the room. It led the king into believing something else was going on, something that he needed to address. "I am aware it has only been a short amount of time, but I was hoping you could enlighten me on the status of your relationship with my son."
Lila allowed herself to appear nervous. "Well, your majesty, if I may be completely honest..."
"I would prefer nothing else." he said squarely.
"I believe that this whole betrothal situation is still very new to both of us. Even though we made a good first impression, we are still essentially strangers."
"I can agree on that. Still, that should not be the reason for you two to not spend time together anymore." he held his fingers together to look at her intensely.
"I'm not sure I know what you mean, sir." Lila said legitimately confused.
"I'm just referring to when you two were younger..." Gabriel started to say then stopped himself. "No, wait... that couldn't be right since this was your first time in the capital, was it not?... But then, that tailor shop..."
"I believe you are confused, your majesty." Lila said quickly trying to stop his train of thought. "Perhaps you have been working too hard."
"Hmmm, perhaps your right." Gabriel tried to think it over, and decided he needed confirmation. "Tell me, you own one of the tailor shops in town, do you not?"
"My family does, yes, but I only came by to check on the status of the books and such, but this is the first time I came to the capitol, and the first time the prince and I met." Lila made sure to clarify to the king and keep the story straight. Hopefully the memory spell will keep him from fighting against the memory further. She needed to get out of here before he questions her further. "If that is all, I shall take my leave."
"Yes, you may leave." he waved his wrist without looking at her, and Lila was out the door.
She hurried into an empty room to let her little kwami slave out of the locket. "Gimmi, what happened back there? It looked like the king was starting to remember things he's not supposed to."
Gimmi have a bored sigh before answering. "May I remind you that memories are something that act on their own. You buried all the memories about Marinette, but then you said that you own the shop when you just came to the city, and that contradicted the spell. You should keep better track of what you say."
"So the king could end up remembering that his son was in love with another woman? Why wasn't he in pain like the others?" Lila asked agitated.
"I told you the spell can't completely stop what happens naturally. Next time it could be something you randomly say or do that can make the king, or even the prince, remember."
"Alright, I'll just have to stick with the story of that shop being family owned, and make sure the royals don't think about the details." Lila smiled at the plan forming in her head. "In fact, maybe I should speed things up a little bit in making the prince into a king. Make sure his mind stays on the present me, as well as the building weight of the crown."
Gimmi could see the wheels turning in the twisted woman's head. Already they could tell they were not going to enjoy one moment of this. Looking out the window, the kwami held the lingering hope that somewhere out there Master Fu and the other kwamis searching for their lost friend. That one day they will find them and put an end to all of this. Gimmi even wished for things so go back to a happy lifestyle for the prince and his little seamstress. A phenomenal cosmic being could only dream.
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