Malvoria's teasing started the moment they left the warmth and privacy of their rooms and stepped into the bustle of the castle's corridors.
She adjusted her own high-collared jacket and cast a sidelong glance at Kaelith, who toddled beside them in her miniature general's uniform.
Kaelith's boots were a bit too big, the gold buttons a little shiny for her small frame, and she walked with the dramatic determination of someone who had only learned to walk a few months ago but had already decided she would conquer the world with every step.
"Look at those tiny marching feet," Malvoria said, her lips twitching in a barely restrained smile as she looked at Elysia. "It's a wonder the castle's foundation can withstand such a display of authority."
Elysia bit her lip, trying not to laugh as Kaelith—sensing the attention—stopped and planted her feet wide, hands on her hips, in a perfect imitation of her mother's most imperious stance.
