“Yes, brother.” The Queen smiled at me. “Meteor, what do you think?” She looked at Ghost Prince.

The Great Ghost King smiled gently too. Both royals turned to their son in unison. They had always been extremely cautious and gentle towards the Ghost Prince. As if he was a thin bubble and even a gentle touch could make him disappear before them.

Meteor didn’t say much but he nodded in silence.

I didn’t know whether I should laugh or cry at everyone’s assumptions. 

Everyone had thought too much.

This breakfast became more and more awkward.

When the Queen stood to bring me to pick more dresses, the Great Ghost King and the Ghost Prince took...