The Princess awoke from her years' long dream.

Her father had always been a tyrant.

Now he was dead she acted on her own will, informed by what she thought would be his.

Now he was dead she thought on her own two feet.

Listening to her heart beat.

She heard him say 'dear...est'

As he forgave her for always being dutiful and keen,

Always being there when he most needed her.

And felt most irritated by her.

She forgave him.

As he forgave her.

Some would have thought it too late.

But if it had come sooner neither one would have known how it became them.