The kind would not let his daughters date and could never say no to them. He was a gentle man, though he may not seem that way if you’ve ever met him. His daughters really did adore him.
The queen was a strict woman in a way. She always required a clean house but would often treat her daughters to something special. She was also very kind at heart, much like her husband.
The first daughter was 15 years of age and was often described as “beautiful and a little crazy.” You will find out why a little later in the story. The second daughter was 12 years of age and was often described as “pretty but outrageous.” And the third daughter was eight years of age and was often described as “a little snobbish, a mite selfish, but occasionally pretty.” This because she was spoiled and barely ever cleaned herself well.
It would be fair to say my mother is the reason I’m a writer. She also writes, but draws beautiful art more often. Her stories are pictures in her mind. I think she’d be a brilliant graphic novelist. Using writing as a tool to help her young, autistic daughter engage the world was the work of a deeply creative and loving mother. Even if she was strict sometimes. Even if she did teach me to clean a toilet at age six.
You did catch that story excerpt was autobiographical, right? Guess who was the outrageous, pretty middle daughter.