Or so she had thought.
"You're doing it wrong," Crabapple commented idly while making faces at himself in a hand mirror to check his makeup.
Cobweb ignored him. What did he know about putting dew on cobwebs? She had been doing it for centuries, long before he had been born...or hatched, the little snitch of a snake. In her head, she congratulated herself on her cleverness. The irony was, she was his supervisor, not the other way around. But Crabapple was King Hoarfrost's latest pet and protégé and could do no wrong; at least for tonight. A king's favor is sometimes easy to gain but hard to hold, as she knew too well.