Her Father led her into a magical forest and guided her to the gates of a castle. A few skips from the entrance, rocks had been stacked and white pillars erected, creating a perfect seat to rest before venturing through the gates.
Her widened eyes greeted her throne with gladdened bewilderment. "How did Father prepare this spot for me? He was holding my hand the whole way here?"
After taking her perch, her fingers guide her red dress over her knees, and she breathed a regal breath.
This sight kindled fondness in his heart that spread a smile across his face. "Let's make up the story of the young princess who enters a magical forest and finds her castle. What will be the name of your prince and the color of his hair and how will your monster growl?" Each response came from a spark in her mind and left a glisten in her eyes.
She filled in the details of the story her Father's foreknowledge had already written. And she continued to think she was writing a story all her own.
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