Ava had another dream.
This time, it was of her and her father.
She frowned as she stared at the little Ava nestled in her father's arms. She couldn't remember a scene like this but that might be because she was too small, too little.
"So what happened to the King?" Ava asked, her voice tiny.
"He was forced to leave to save the princess."
"But what about the Queen?"
"The King never saw the Queen again."
"But I thought fairytales have happy endings?"
"You see, not all fairytales have a happy ending."
When Ava frowned. Her father added, "Though, It's still a happy ending. The Princess is safe, remember?"
"So the princess will grow up without her mother? Wasn't she just like me?"
Her father paused. Then a sad smile appeared on his face. "Yes. She's just like you. And you are alright, aren't you?"
