‘Why is she still down there? She needs to be here, where she belongs.’
The queen patted her husband’s shoulder.
‘This castle in the sky can’t offer trees and flowers.’
‘We have clouds and rainbows and birds.’
‘All of which can be seen from there too. She likes to kick off her shoes, feel the grass beneath her feet, smell the flowers and drift into sleep leaning against that tree.’
‘She’s needed here. The storm clouds are gathering. The king stared through the telescope at his daughter.
‘I suppose she can stay a bit longer. Let her finish her dream.’
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