She doesn’t tower like a ogre’s castle, nor wears a crown of swamp flowers. Her hands are soft from bandaging knees, from braiding hair that smells like rain and mud.
Long live Mama de Fiona. She never needed a spell to be magic. mama de fiona
And when the mirrors cracked, when the kingdom whispered ogress , Mama held her girl and said: “You are not a monster for choosing love. You are not less royal for growing thorns.” She doesn’t tower like a ogre’s castle, nor