Anna looked up at the sage. His eyes were deep blue and soft, like his old age never stopped him from being young. He sighed and sat down in his chair, sinking into it and feeling his grey goatee with his hand. He sighed and looked at Anna.

“There was a story, a long time ago, Anna,” He started, “it was about a young girl, about 17. She lived alone in the woods for four years after her parents died. She grew up as a peasant, not knowing her heritage, but she turned out to be a princess, whom everyone thought had died years ago. Eventually, it was her, and her friends, who killed the dictator ruling over our kingdom. She freed us. She hadn’t known she was a princess, yet defeated the dictator. She learned about her heritage and knew, that it doesn’t matter what status you were born under. It’s what you do with it.” The old man leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

“Ander, you’re right. I can’t help it if I’m royal. It’s not my choice! It doesn’t mean I can’t go out and do things, fight people, go places!” She stood up, left the kitchen. ran through the orchard, and ran back to the castle courtyard.

“More like her mother every day.” The old man smiled and chuckled to himself.