Third Person POV
The Enchanted Forest
At a peaceful village, there was a home for a man name Rumpelstiltskin, he had a wife name Milah. They got married not long ago and they just blessed by a birth of their first child. A girl.
"She's beautiful. My beautiful little baby," Milah said with a smile, rocking gently the new born baby in her arms. "She is beautiful," Rumpelstiltskin agreed. "What should we name her?"
"Mmm," Milah started thinking with a smile. Then she looked down at the baby who was sleeping in her arms. "Katerina," She said with a smile. Rumpelstiltskin smiled. He liked that name. "Katerina," He repeated with a smile.
The new born baby, Katerina, started to move slightly and began to cry. Milah and Rumpelstiltskin smiled and Rumpelstiltskin took Katerina in his arms and started gently rocking her. "Shh, Katerina. It's alright, Papa's here. Don't cry, my little princess."
Milah smiled as she watched her baby girl stop crying in Rumpelstiltskin's arms and Katerina fell a sleep again in his arms.
~ 5 Years later ~
"Mama, why do you and Papa spin so much?" The five year old Katerina asked, watching her mother spin wool. Milah chuckled. "So we can sell it," She explained, tapping Katerina's little nose.
"How else would we have money to buy food for you sweet little tummy," Milah joked as she reached down and tickled Katerina, making the little child to giggle.
"Milah?" Rumpelstiltskin called. He entered his home with a paper in hand. "Milah," He started. "I'm nearly finished," Milah said with a smile. "Oh, you learn quickly," Rumpelstiltskin complimented.
"I have a good teacher," Milah said with a smile. Katerina smiled as her parents kissed. They pulled away. "What is it? What brings you home so early?" Milah asked.
"Milah . . . My weaving days are behind us. I've been called to the front," Rumpelstiltskin said, happy. He unrolled the piece of paper and hold it in front of Milah. "The Ogres War," Milah said, sounded horrified.
"Papa, what are the Ogres War?" Katerina asked. Rumpelstiltskin picked his daughter up and threw her in the air and caught her in his arms, making her giggle. "It's a way for your Papa to prove he's not a coward," Rumpelstiltskin replied with a smile. He put Katerina down, "I report for training in the morning."
"No. Rumpel, I've heard stories. The front - it's a brutal place," Milah said. Rumpelstiltskin sat down beside her as she put Katerina on her lap.
"Oh, Milah . . . I-I know, I know. I . . . I can't say that I . . . I won't be frightened. But . . . But this is the chance I've been waiting for . . . all my life. You know, I've lived under the shadow of my father's actions for too long now," Rumpelstiltskin said.
"Just because your father was a coward, it doesn't mean you are," Milah said. "Oh, I know that. As do you and Katerina. But to the world? Fighting in this war finally gives me the chance to prove that to everyone else," Rumpelstiltskin said.
"Go. Be brave. Fight honourably," Milah said, fighting back the tears. "Oh, God, I love you," Rumpelstiltskin said and gave his wife a kiss. "I love you, too," Milah said.
