let them eat cake.

Finally.

Antoinette did not return to the Peak a demure and quiet girl. She did not sneak in like the daughter of a disgraced Prime Minister or count her steps as she sought out the current leaders. No, she raced in as wildly as the summer breezes, chasing the wind across the meadows with a delighted laugh and a gleam of determination in her eyes.

The peak princes had finally, finally returned.

Having left her mother somewhere further back on the Crossing, Antoinette re-entered the Peak at a dead run, her tail flagged out behind her as her stride ate up the ground. She called out as she ran, bugling loudly for anyone near as she looped around the lower reaches of her true home and came to a swift halt in the center of a wide, rocky meadow.

This was home. This was where she belonged.

She lifted her head and called out again, eager to reassess where everything was and who stood in power now. Tony had heard nothing since Marceline had abdicated her throne and forced both Tony and Nikki to the Shore to live with their father. Who had taken the Prime Minister role in the meantime? Was Khar'pern still here? Ryvar? Ashteroth? Clarity?

Who was she going to have to run against in the upcoming elections?

All of these questions and more swirled around her mind as she waited, her gaze raking sharply among the higher peaks in search of the answers.

daughter of marceline.