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She visited the secluded clearing often, finding solace and rest among the cool breeze that accompanied the spot in the woods. As she transitioned to be a young woman, the princess found less time to go to her kingdom, whilst her days filled with the tasks of academic proportions. After little over three months of absence, the growing princess returned to find the colonization of clovers to have gone away. In their memory, a patch of wild daisies was transplanted in its place, for there must always be a place for her red feline, whether he was present or not.

When gentleman callers began to inquire after the princess, for she was of age, she told the tree about them all, yet one stood above the rest. The young man who gave her a smile. The young man who gave her a small, golden box this visit. The young man, still, who gave her a picture. A laugh. A kiss. A ring. His heart, joined with hers. A vow.

It has been years, now, since the walnut-haired, crownless princess has seen the daisy patch, which has grown without her green eyes smiling over them. A few clovers now mingled betwixt the flowers, grown from their ancestors’ seed. Today, as the rains of spring dried, a young girl skipped along the faint, old path of twenty years. Freckled and green eyed, with a heavy-laden backpack of stories, she lay down upon the daisies, producing a thin, weathered book. The tale had once belonged to her mother, princess now turned queen. The child of the walnut-haired young woman and the young man with gifts read her mother’s favorite book until the stars smiled down at her, believing for a moment that time had reversed, and their lost princess had returned.