The Writings of a Dreamer

When the girl was ready she rang the bell. Her mother appeared almost immediately. She had obviously been waiting outside the door.
“Come now, come now. It’s time to meet your Father. He is in a meeting with his advisors right but I’m sure he has heard the wonderful news of your return and will be happy to meet with you immediately.” The Queen hustled her along several bright hallways that were filled with portraits, battle scenes, mythical scenes, and tapestries. The girl looked at them in awe as she passed by. She was speechless. The queen led her to a room where she could hear voices behind the door. The queen knocked briskly and waited. A tall man in a cape came to the door. He also had a crown on his head and the girl realized that he must be the king, aka the girl’s Father.
“Well my dear, why have you come?” He addressed the Queen.
“Our daughter is here.” The Queen replied.
“Why did you bring our daughter? I am busy.”
“But, my dear husband, this is Princess Tralonia! She has returned!”
“Tralonia? The long-lost Daughter?”
“Yes! Didn’t you hear the news?”
“No” The king looked puzzled. “She does resemble you quite a bit…”
“She does, doesn’t she?”
“Yes”
The girl squirmed. The king was acting as if she didn’t think she was the real Princess. Then a thought struck her. Hadn’t the queen called her “Princess Tralonia”? Then she remembered that the guard had also called, as running into the palace, “…The Lands Namesake has returned!” Did that mean that her parents had been so sad that they had named the land after her?