The Lost Royal
Mama gave me a sympathetic look, and continued, "You are the youngest daughter of King Frederik and Queen Freja, and I was merely one their loyal witches."
She paused to wipe a tear from her cheek, "When.. when the war reached our home, when the family were all killed and they burned every last trace to the ground.." she said, barely stifling a small sob, "I managed to spirit you away, kept your identity hidden. And your hair.." she added, reaching out to stroke it lightly. "I'm sorry for the migraines, I had to find a way to disguise it regularly, as it regrew, without magic, or suspicion."
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