“I was once powerful you know, I was a Queen. I ruled over a forest filled with such magic the thirteen floor could not even dream of. I had everything until it was taken from me and I was brought here to this hell.”
She grew angry not at Snow but at herself as she clinched her fists as she felt herself becoming undone and she had breakdown tears filling the young fables eyes and she spoke “I saw them butcher my whole family, killing all of my family and burning down my kingdom. All I know now is Ashes and I have no where to go, my whole life went up in smoke 200 years ago Miss White. I feel as If I have nothing to live for, I am nobody nothing anymore, just another fable trapped in this place. No mundane even remembers me, the only reason I am still here is because I get mixed up in a stupid play about a girl who shares my name drowning in a lake. No one ever tells the tale of Queen Ophelia of the Northern Lands, I am nothing but old news.”
❄ — “ It might come as a surprise for you, but you are not the only former queen.” Snow had listen to similar stories so many times before. Of course she sympathize with their loss, she wasn’t that cold; but times change. “ You are not the only one who lost a kingdom, who ended up forgotten or mistaken by someone else or having your tale twisted so much that it’s barely recognizable anymore."
” You escaped with your life. Yours and your daughter’s. Kingdoms rise and fall, but as long there’s life in you there’s always a chance to build something new. You can make most of this new chance or spend the rest of your long life crying over ashes while new opportunities slip between your fingers. It is your choice, Miss Ophelia. But no matter what you chose, there are still laws and conducts you must follow - just like back in the days of the courts and royalties - so think of your actions carefully.“
“You’re right Miss White, I’m sorry I have bothered you. Life has been hard recently since I lost my husband, and raising a child alone is hard but a fable child is harder.”
It was rare for Ophelia to be so open seeing as she normally kept to herself. “If you ever in need, of some protection or anything let me know, Art does not seem to sell as much a as it used too..”
