Chapter 9

• “Guard?” Wilder sat down at the table and took a bite of his leftover prime rib. “You don’t have police officers in your realm?”
• “We call them guards,” muttered Tiana, realizing she slipped up. She reached for another piece of cornbread. “I love this stuff. I wonder if we can figure out how to make it at home.”
• “Well, you need milk to make it and corn.” Wilder began going over the recipe as he remembered it. “Flour, eggs, and some way to measure it out for your size.” He sighed at Tiana, realizing how hard all of that might be for fairies. “Or, I can just make it and leave it out just for you, Princess.” He smiled as Tiana’s face turned deep red, and she looked startled.