“ mama, i have something to confess. “ the child cannot sleep, though she is surely tired, “ today, when i was out playing, i.. you see, i went outside the forest. to the brook, you know the one? yes. i went there to meet someone. “ she shifts her weight from foot to foot, chewing her lip before continuing, “ a boy. he’s a friend. we met a few weeks ago. he’s a prince.. you know, like i am a princess? well, mama, my confession is this and o’ please do not scold me... i.. that is we.. i kissed him, mama! right here. “ she presses a gentle fingertip to her very own cheek, which was turning a shade of pink. / @faereina !
















