A far-off day and the arrival of a handsome prince, a marriage, living and playing together as children.
Children of her own, and she would mother them as her mother had done for her. Cookies, and pies, and cream covered berries.
Dolls for her girls, and swords for her brave boys. She would sew for them, and of a night tuck them into bed. She would tell them strange stories of magic worlds, and real.
Ah, the happy world, the beautiful world.
What dreams do children dream?
"Grim!"
"Inexorable!"
"Pitiless!"
"Passionless!"
"Without feeling!"