Ch. 81: Bombs Away

"Yes, your highness," Emma parrots, her voice coming just a few steps behind me.

"Oh, you!" I gush, turning around to face my sister from another mister. "Bring it in!"

Being around me almost every day for the past 2 years has had many benefits, such as Emma finally being able to understand my more modern phrases. The stony-faced girl looks like she walked through a tornado, her hair in a bee's hive and her dress covered in filth. But my naked self tugs her in for a huge hug as she reluctantly holds her arms out. Emma stinks of freshly cut grass and corn.

"Your highness?"

"Yes?"

"That's going to cost 1000 gold coins." My brokeness shatters the moment. I bead of sweat drips down my head, mixing with the water droplets still falling from me. At the moment, I already owe some kids a house and now I owe more money. Who'd have thought that such young children would drive a hard bargain?