Camilla smiled as she carried a plate of freshly-cooked steak and vegetables into Castle Krakenburg’s dining hall, seating her perfectly-shaped rear on the nearest chair and placing the dish on the table. The Nohrian princess was seldom one to do the cooking, but it appeared that no one else was around for that duty at the moment. It was strange...yet somehow it felt peaceful at the same time. With that, Camilla picked up her fork and dug right into her meal.
The Nohrians’ warp magic had worked - countless shrunken citizens found themselves transported into the castle’s dining hall! Among the crowd was the cavalier Silas, Corrin’s childhood friend. Silas led the townspeople through a difficult climb onto the towering table and was quick to notice a familiar, royal figure seated near the lone plate...
“Princess Camilla!” Silas yelled to the feasting giantess, running onto the dish and waving his arms. “Over here, on the table!”
Swallowing a mouthful of lettuce, Camilla brought her fork down toward the cubes of steak, dangerously close to Silas’s location...
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