The Tongue of a Princess

She leaned across the table and poked a red tipped claw at Corsica Maverin. 

"In this group of people, you are a nobody."

"Who—who are you???"  Corsica Maverine sputtered.

"I am Princess Janera Ndiaye of Marble Savanna, and he is my mate," she pointed to Theo.  "Prince Theobold of Tourmaline Bog."

"I am also a princess!"  Corsica Maverine insisted with fervency. 

"Your kingdom has been taken over, little girl."  Jana's amber eyes grew wild.  "You are nothing at this time."

Theo stood up.  "Jana.  Your pain is causing you undue grief.  Let's get you back to bed, shall we?"

He pulled Jana back slowly and escorted her from the dining area. 

Mira sighed.  "Erick.  Three days only.  At the start of the fourth day, she turns into a pumpkin."

"Pumpkin?"

Carol laughed.  "That just means she is no longer welcomed in Mira's house after three days."