My mother, the Queen, once told me she was a wanderer between worlds. If the King were to strip her of her title, she would vanish and die at once. I would never see her again. I ran to tell the King everything, but he only looked at me with cold indifference and ordered his attendants to drag me away. When my mother learned what had happened, she simply held me gently in her arms, sang me an entire lullaby, and fell into a deep sleep. She never woke up again. And the King, once so hard and unyielding, was utterly broken.