The Bored Princess and the Stranger's Stare

[Lavinia's Pov]

"Ughh… Seriously, why do you keep getting heavy?" I groaned as I put Marshmallow down onto the soft grass of the imperial garden, my tiny arms trembling from the effort.

Sigh. Seriously, he looked like a fat cat now. A very round, very lazy divine beast.

I stroked his fluffy back with mild judgment. "Hey… are you sure you're divine?"

He meowed once. Then he flopped over dramatically like a furry sack of flour and started snoring. Loudly.

"…I'll take that as a no," I muttered. "Looks like someone's getting diet food starting tomorrow."

Sigh....

It's been more than a month since I baked cookies for Papa — the slightly horrifying, questionably shaped cookies of doom. I even gave those little disasters to Theon, Marella, Grandpa Gregor, Grand Duke Regis, Ravick, and Osric too.