Queen Magnolia’s POV:
I have been a nervous wreck the last few days waiting for Princess Avilee to arrive. Today is finally the day they should be getting here and I am up before the sun worrying about everything. I want so badly for everything to be perfect when we finally meet. My modest home is nothing compared to either one of the castles she was raised in, though for now she wont remember the first castle. She won’t remember her lavender walls or the crisp creamy linens and white furs piled on her bed. The large overstuffed chair where I would cradle her in my arms even when she no longer fit, and read her to sleep each night before carrying her across the room and tucking her gently into bed. I sigh at the thought of the way things could have been or might have been. I just hope she
