Verte knew her cheeks were coloring again.
“Isn't that amazing?” Bianca said, touching Verte's cheek.
Grey nodded. “Just like a human.”
Bianca's cold hand caressed Verte's cheek. Her magic seemed to be locked away, so Verte smiled, glad someone was friendly. Everyone so far had been as icy as their home. When Bianca leaned forward to kiss her, however, Verte leaned back and looked around the princess to her husband.
He chuckled and shook his head. “I'm afraid you're not her type.”
Bianca looked over her shoulder, glancing up and down at her brother. “And you are?”
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