Prince Denill was all set to go riding with his uncle Andrell--who really felt more like a brother or another cousin, since he was only five years older than Denill himself, and nearly twenty years younger than Mamma, who was his sister.

It was probably weirder for Cousin Mera, who was actually older than their uncle.

But Denill liked spending time with Uncle Andrell, and had been looking forward to this afternoon for a while.

He picked up his pace--though not quite running down the hall--and pushed open the closest door to outside--

And ended up definitely not outside.

His eyes widened as he took in the pretty--and altogether unfamiliar--room around him. "Oh!"