Princess Cinnamon and Princess Parsley tore into the room. They scrambled up Malic’s legs and clamped their fingernails and sharp bicuspids into him. He screeched and wriggled about making the two girls giggle through their clenched teeth.
Parsley and Cinnamon hung on without a problem; they had amazing jaw strength for little girls.
Malic dropped to his knees and the girls leapt off, abandoning the sinking ship. Rolling on their backs, they giggled and chattered to one another in their made-up twin language.
Misadventures of the Royal Runaways 