Avery couldn’t remember why she’d gone into the music room to begin with. Maybe to fuck with the sheet music or to untune the guitars. Do something that would mess up the monarchy’s perfect little world for even a few minutes.

“I like your style,” she informed the blonde with a wicked smile pulling at her lips. “I think we could use some sheet music.”

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Rasa's shoulders moved gently with a half-shrug. "My parents will be so proud to learn my smoking habit has paid off," she remarked with a chuckle.

As the other one pointed out how they might start with the music sheet, the princess' expression fell slightly. "Well, I suppose I was always a bit more of a furniture arsonist, but I suppose we can't afford to be choosers at this moment," her words came with a heavy sigh. She might have thought of beginning with the curtains as well if she didn't assume they could end up needing them.