Chapter 7

“But you were only a boy.”

“I’ve got my magic,” Prince Stefan said.

I gripped my hands together. “You hated your sister enough to run away from home? Because that seems a little dramatic.”

“Not if you know Vivian.”

A thought popped into my mind despite how asking the question might make me seem presumptuous. “You wouldn’t happen to know why Magnifico is in black-and-white, would you?”

He snickered. “I was so angry right after I ran away that I cast a curse so everyone would see things as dreary and bleak as I did.”

“Some nonmagical people are afraid of what’s going to happen to them,” I said.

“I’m not surprised.”

There was a good chance goose bumps might cling to my arms when I tried falling asleep tonight. Prince Stefan had gone beyond his initial point of having disdain toward his sister. He had actually acknowledged out loud Katherine’s sentiment that nonmagical people had reason to be afraid of Queen Vivian.

I raised my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”