The next morning, I was in the kitchen eating my cereal. The milk was lukewarm and the flakes were starting to get soggy, sticking to the roof of my mouth. It's not what I wanted, not even close, but I did not wish to tell Princess what I wanted for breakfast. I didn't want to give her the chance to be helpful.
Malo was the first to enter the kitchen, wearing a different cloth.
"Do you have spare clothes here, or are you wearing somebody else's clothes?" I muttered, watching him head straight for the pantry.
"Yes, I do have a few clothes here, and also a room.." he said, his voice flat as he started making his own cereal.
