Chapter 5 Page 12 - The Marshmallow Princess Mati and two lamias chapter 60 by The Reaper

Emily sat perched on the edge of the iridescent velvet, her small finger trembling with anticipation. She looked up at Mati, her blue eyes shimmering with a mixture of nervousness and glee, before she finally pressed the "Button of Happiness." A soft, ethereal chime echoed through the garage—a sound like a crystal bell ringing in a distant forest—and the base of the throne pulsed with a gentle, golden light that rippled through the pearl-white fabric.

The reaction was instantaneous. Emily let out a high-pitched squeal of delight, her blue tail whipping back and forth in a blur of excitement. She didn't just sit; she dove into the throne, sinking deep into the memory foam as the vanilla-scented warmth began to radiate upward. She looked like a tiny, pink-haired pearl nestled inside a giant, shimmering oyster, her laughter filling the space and bouncing off the metal walls of the garage.

Mati leaned back, wiping a smudge of grease from his forehead with the back of his hand. He watched her with a quiet, humming sense of accomplishment, seeing the way the "Button of Happiness" had transformed the piece of furniture into a source of pure, unfiltered joy. The technical challenge of the wiring had been significant, but seeing Emily’s expression made every hour of meticulous soldering feel insignificant.

Emilia glided closer, her massive red coils looping around the perimeter of the throne like a living velvet rope. She leaned over, her long red hair brushing against the iridescent fabric, and looked down at her daughter with a tender smile. "It seems Daddy has created a little slice of heaven for you, Emily," she murmured, her voice a melodic purr that resonated with the soft chime of the chair.

Emily reached out, grabbing Mati’s hand and pulling him toward the plush edge of the throne. "Look, Daddy! I'm a marshmallow princess in a magic castle!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with pride. In that moment, the garage, with its smell of ozone and industrial glue, felt like the most magical place in the world, anchored by the unconditional love of a family that had found its heart in the most unexpected of places.