You decide to trust this man
So you say, "I wish I could tell you who I was,
but I can't."
"Don't tell me, you're one of those enchanted
princesses," he says, scowling.
"A princess?" You think about this for a second.
Could you be a princess, really?
You might as well trust someone. Because there
is really no other option. What is a little girl
supposed to do when she finds herself in the
middle of no where with a bump on her head, no
memory, no food, no nothing?
