A bit of canon divergence in which Naval! Killian replaces August in the Wish Realm.
“It’s just,” he shuffles his feet and scratches at the back of his ear, a furtive glance shot at her from beneath thick eyelashes. “The Princess I knew liked pretty things.”
She tilts her head to the side and considers him – the blush that stains his clean-shaven cheeks, the uniform that stretches tight over his shoulders. He’s the same age here as their own realm, but he feels more innocent. Subdued. He bites his tongue against his remarks and regards her from the corner of his eye, careful to keep appropriate distance from her at all times. But he’s still, well –
She supposes she still likes pretty things.