Most of Charlotte's requests, in the beginning, were innocent enough.
She wanted a new stuffed animal to add to her ever-growing collection.
Or she wanted to sit on Yelena's lap while she worked and demand to be told stories about the old days.
Childish things. Minor things. The kind of requests that made her mothers and aunts smile and shake their heads and say, "Oh, Charlotte." in that fond, exasperated tone that meant they were already giving in.
And in a way, it was rather cute. Watching this tiny, vibrant girl boss around the most powerful beings in existence was both amusing and endearing.
But by the time she turned six years old, her requests had begun to shift.
They were no longer merely childish.
They were becoming dangerous.
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The amusement park incident was the first real warning sign.
It was a beautiful summer day—the kind of day that seemed designed specifically for family outings.
The Battle Angels had decided to take all the children out for a day of fun.
