SERAPHINE POV —
A few days later.
Oh, dear gods. I did not see this coming. My humble little invention—the one I threw together at dawn because I was starving, using peanuts, strawberries, and a smidge of daring—had become… legendary. Royal's Favorite Peanut Butter.The king himself had named it that. Me. Little fat Seraphine. The girl who didn't even need magic to dazzle the entire court. I could practically hear Chubby whispering in my mind, "Finally, recognition you deserve, you absolute genius."
And, of course, I wasn't about to let this power—or fame—be manipulated by anyone. I had the royal decree issued: the recipe must be shared openly to everyone in the kingdom. No secrecy, no hoarding, no one trying to corner the peanut butter market. If it was going to become iconic, it had to be for the people. My people. My genius. And, more importantly, no one—no one—could use it to gain leverage over me.
