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"Your Highnesses!" Mephisto, the royal steward, dabbed at his gem-encrusted eyes with a silk handkerchief. "The sun hasn't shone this brightly in a decade."

"My darling Iris," the ghost-queen said. "A throne does not make a home. The heart does. Remember the song you played on Earth, in that little garage with your friends? That was real magic. Don't forget it." lolirock home

By midday, the stiff formality had shattered. The chef was laughing as dough flew everywhere. Guards were racing go-karts. Nobles were arguing over fake magical property deeds. And as the sun set, Iris grabbed her guitar—which she had smuggled from Earth—and began to play. "Your Highnesses