The girl was done crying but she sure was still ordering me around. Little girls with golden hair always reminded me of Elsa. And I more or less liked to take care of that brat- though I hated to admit it. So, I naturally came along with this kid. But I sure hell wasn't going to go around searching for chocolate- chocolate? Chocolate!
"And where might I find the chocolate?"
"What are you, new or something?" She sniffed. "In the closet."
It was funny how she didn't even bother to comment on why the hell I was wearing a bathrobe. I guess she didn't care. It was warm so I didn't care either.
Poor kid must have been hit pretty hard. Her left cheek had three distinct finger marks. Just what kind of monster hit a kid like that? Then again, the kid was kind of arguing about succession and all that, I guess she was more mature than she looked.
I had to run to the hospital today, so didn't have time for proper proofreading. So, if there're typos or inconsistencies, do point them out. I'll try my best to fix them tomorrow.
I'll probably have to run to the hospital again tomorrow, so might not be able to release a chap.
I'll def try though.