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The birthday cake sat on the counter, half demolished by the three little hellions who ran around here like they owned the place. In a way, I supposed they did. They were Princes and Princesses, after all.

Though we wouldn’t be raising them like that. And unlike some royals, we were raising our own kids. Thankfully, the demon realm had been peaceful after his father's death. Everyone seemed to be happy with our rule, even if I was a witch and originally mortal. Though these days I wasn’t quite human any longer.