[Carefully averting her gaze as he changes, she tries not to smile at the mention of fairy tales. It's a comment she hears often, once people hear about her home and the things her family has done. Her father has his own fairy godmother, even (and is allergic to fairy dust, as a matter of fact), and she herself once cleaned a house for seven dwarves and kissed a frog to turn him back into a prince. But she won't mention that now, though it does bring a hint of a grin to her lips despite her better efforts.]

Well, that's rather how it is in Daventry, too. But the king before Daddy, King Edward...he didn't have any children, you see. That was part of the problem, really, why things were so awful. He needed an heir and made quite a few poor decisions in trying to get one. Daddy was his best knight, and in the end he told him that if he could save the kingdom from peril, then he'd be made king as his reward. And he did, so...that was just how it went. And I'm terribly glad it did, really. The kingdom really was doing very badly, before Daddy became king.