The Writings of a Dreamer

The Queen led the way through many corridors to a bright apartment that contained a bedroom, nursery, and dining room. The bedroom was white and the duvet was white also but had little blue flowers on it as well. The pillows and the curtains on the four-poster bed matched the duvet. There was a pretty window-seat and a blue bookshelf. The closet contained beautiful dresses that looked like they might fit the girl.
“These rooms are to be your rooms,” The queen smiled. “I hope you like them.”
“Theses are to be my rooms?” The girl said questioningly. “Am I to sleep in a bed?”
“What do you mean?” The Queen exclaimed. “have you never slept in a bed before?”
“Never.”
“Where did you sleep?”
“Why, I slept on the ground!”
The queen looked astounded. “The ground?”
“Yes. Living in the forest, where else could I sleep. It would also be hard to escape bandits with…”
“Bandits? A princess chased by bandits?” The queen interrupted. “Outstanding”
“They didn’t know that I was a princess…Mother”
“Oh. I suppose that’s all right, considering I wasn’t sure if you were dead or alive.”
“Am…Am I to meet my father?”
“Yes, of course! But you will have to change your dress first.”
“Which one? I shan’t wear the fur dress in summer.”
“Fur dress? No! You shall wear one of those dresses!” She gestured toward the closet.
“Those are mine?” The girl stared.
“Why yes! Of Course!”
“Oh.” The girl walked over to the closet and pointed to a blue dress with little white flowers. “May I wear this one?”
“To meet your father? No! It isn’t good enough. Wear the silk blue one instead of the satin.”
“Ok.” The girl liked that one almost as much.
“I’ll leave you now to change. Ring that bell when you’re done.” The queen pointed to a bell on a table. “I’ll come when you ring it.”