Little Lily was nestled in her bed, her wide eyes filled with the innocence of childhood. As the night fell, she hummed a soft melody to herself, the soft notes barely audible in the dimly lit room. Her mother, Isobel, lovingly tucked her into her cozy bed, her touch gentle and comforting.
"Do you know, Mama," Lily began, her voice carrying a sense of wonder, "I met a lady who looks like that lady in the portrait."
Isobel looked down at her daughter, curiosity dancing in her eyes. It took her a moment to realize what the little girl was talking about.
Lily had a habit of wandering around the castle, her inquisitive nature leading her into various rooms. It was during these explorations that she must have come across the portraits of the late Queen Lauren. And now, having seen the new maid, she had drawn the uncanny resemblance.
"Is she the Queen, mama?"
