❝Consider this a l e a r n i n g e x p e r i e n c e, dear. You don’t need a lord or a warrior when you have the Queen.❞
A pass of Regina’s hand conjures a fine purple mist that, shimmering, condenses into a glowing path on the ground.
❝ A Queen?
Wow, really? ❞
The last time she had seen a Queen, it had been her mother, and that had been years ago. Her eyes lit up at the prospect of finally being able to return home.
❝ Thank you for helping me, I've been here forever.
The Horned King thought my magic bauble could help him find the Black Cauldron. But when I refused to help him, I got stuck here.
I'm Princess Eilonwy, of Llyr. What's your name? ❞












