Loved - Gift or Curse
“Father?” Asked his daughter Elsa.
He looked up from the report he was scanning through. They were having a royal meeting, but since it was just the two of them it had fallen to silence as they read through reports to get an idea of what was happening in the kingdom. They were each reading about half of them and summarizing what they had learned.
He had used to read all of them himself but he trusted his daughter, she was smart and could summarize things quickly and succinctly. It wasn’t perfect but it got the job done.
She looked so pensive now. He wondered if it was one of the suitors. They were an issue, most were not worthy of her, but to be polite they would meet them and send them on their way.
Elsa looked down holding her hands together.
“Am I …bad?”
He felt a chill, and he knew it wasn’t her powers. He knew what question she was asking but desperately wished it wasn’t.