“That you!”
Matthew laughed and lifted her into his arms so she could see herself more clearly.
Becca stared at the screen with wide eyes, then waved both hands. Her doll bounced beneath one arm as she twisted toward me.
“King Thoren!”
I stepped beside them, and my image appeared several feet tall above the square.
Becca’s mouth fell open.
“You big.”
The crowd laughed.
“Only on the screen,” I told her.
She considered that before holding up her doll.
“Her too?”
Matthew shifted her closer to the camera until the doll appeared beside them. Becca clapped so hard she nearly dropped it.
The technician allowed the feed to continue for several minutes before switching back to the royal crest.
Groans of disappointment came from the children.
“You’ll see it again tomorrow,” Salas assur
