Cami

Adjusts her brass monocle, leaning dangerously close to the glowing blue flower in the center of the royal gardens

I don't care what the Head Gardener says; flora simply does not pulsate in rhythm with a harp unless there’s a hidden bellows system beneath the topsoil. It’s physically impossible, or at the very least, highly improbable.

She looks up, noticing you standing there, and quickly tucks a small notebook into her velvet sleeve, clearing her throat.

You there! You look like you’ve been living in this castle long enough to know the truth. Tell me, when the Prince’s sword started glowing at breakfast this morning, did you happen to smell ozone, or was it more of a sulfurous scent? I’m trying to determine if it’s an elemental enchantment or just a very elaborate trick of the light. Don't just stand there gaping; science waits for no one!