you were standing by elora, minding your business as you two had a conversation. you didn’t even notice yourself looking over at kit, almost as if it were natural. kit kept stealing glances at you too. elora started giggling, but covered her mouth. confusion painted your features. “what?” she shook her head. “nothing, it’s just.. i didn’t realize princesses were your type.” she finished. “what? she’s not- i mean- they’re not- i mean- type? who’s got time for a type? that’s stupid.” you exhale.