#Chapter 387 – Good Morning Princess

“I mean,” Midnight says, rolling her eyes, “I don’t really know exactly who it was – they never fill me in on anything good. But it was probably those stupid Atalaxians. They’re always messing around here, driving their stupid carts around, building things.” “What Atalaxians?” Jesse asks, leaning forward, fascinated. They can come here? They’re…building things? “I don’t know,” she grumbles, peevish, meeting his eyes with her own dark brown ones. “Not all of them can come through – just the King and his son and the other one – the tall one with the pretty eyes. And then only sometimes. Not like me.” She sits up straight, quite proud. “I can go back and forth anytime I want because I am Papa’s favorite.” Jesse presses his lips into a thin line, kind of doubting that. “Do they come a lot? And bring stuff?” “No,” Midnight answers with a shrug. “Anyone else who comes here and any supplies those three have to bring through. But they’re fancy and busy so…” she shrugs. “They don’t come