ROBIN:
I look down the long, shimmering table, surveying the crowd of beautiful, dark-haired, green-eyed beings. They’re so uniform, so wonderfully rhythmic in their similarity. It's like a work of art, free of blemishes or flaws.
There is no lively conversation in the palace anymore. Everyone eats in complete, stoic silence, just as our forefathers intended. We are the trees, and the trees are us. We must honor that cycle.
I take a long sip of golden Fairy wine and breathe a relaxed sigh for the peace I feel at the sight before me. Aurora reaches over and rests her hand on top of mine, smiling up at me with those eyes that look so much like my own.
“What are you thinking about, dearest?” She murmurs.
“Nothing, darling,” I answer, “Just enjoying the peace and quiet.”
“As you should,”
