Margaret's reunion with her parents was nothing short of overwhelming. So much so that she had broken down in tears the moment she saw them.
"M-Mother…"
The woman she could barely remember, the one who had died when Margaret was only nine… was now standing before her, alive and whole.
"Margaret… You're Margaret, aren't you? Oh, my… my sweet daughter…!"
"Mother…!"
Disbelief washed over all of them, Margaret, her mother, even the onlookers. With no hesitation, the two embraced, clinging to each other tightly as years of grief and longing spilled out in tears.
And just behind them, the king, her father, was frozen in place, staring in a daze at the daughter he had lost two decades ago.
"My daughter…" he breathed.
But as with every reunion, joy would inevitably give way to questions. Questions that demanded answers.
