CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Prince Stephen walked into the kitchen to find one of his favorite people in the world, Sophia, cleaning up before she went to bed for the night. His happy gaze was drawn to the small petite woman, who is 5' 0" tall, has olive skin, light blue eyes, a heart-shaped chin, thin lips, small ears, and a button nose. Stephen had thought she looked more like a fairy than a witch because of her thick, platinum blonde hair.

"Hello Sophia, I have missed you and your cooking so much," Stephen said as he approached her, wrapping his hands around her and pulling her in for a hug as she dropped the towel in her hand and returned his hug with a small smile on her face.

"Welcome back Stephen, the castle has been so quiet without you," Sophia said as she drew away from him.

"The Queen looks more tired than usual because she's been taking care of herself," Prince Stephen inquired, his face concerned.

"I don't know Stephen; she always puts on a happy face, so we don't know if she's hurting or not," S