Adorable chaos
Taking care of the twins with Leora was like navigating a battlefield, except the battlefield was my once-pristine castle living room, and the enemy was two mischievous, unstoppable one-year-olds.
Rhiannon and Rowena had developed an astonishing knack for chaos. Their magic only added fuel to the fire, and I was convinced they held secret meetings to strategise their antics.
As I stepped into the room, Leora was already on high alert, holding a plush dragon toy like a weapon, her sharp purple eyes scanning the twins, who were perched on opposite ends of the room like tiny, adorable conspirators.
"Seraphine," Leora greeted with an exasperated smile, her white hair slightly dishevelled. "Welcome to the circus."
"Rhiannon, Rowena," I said firmly, placing my hands on my hips. "What are you two plotting now?"