"Mommy, why can't we live with the pretty mermaids?" Ursula said, arms crossed.
"Ursula, you know why we live her. We need more space than the mermaids and Atlantica is too small for us," her mother Cecaelia sighed, running her fingers through her hair.
Ursula pouted and looked down at her self. Her tentacles weren't that big, she thought.
"Mama, when's Daddy gonna come home?" Morgana waddled into the room, clutching her coral colored blanket.
"Morgana you should be sleeping! Daddy is ru-busy at work! Now GO TO SLEEP, for Triton's sake!" Cecaelia thundered, making Morgana yelp and dart out of the room.
Caecelia face softened once Morgana left. If the kids knew the truth about their father-
Her thoughts were interuppted by Ursula prodding at her tentacles.
"Ursula, what is it? And it better not be a question about your father." Caecelia snapped.
"Uh, when are you going to teach me magic?"
"Tomorrow, Ursula, now go to sleep," Caecelia said, plucking Ursula and setting her on her giant pearl-encrusted bed. She kissed Ursula goodnight and slowly crept out of the room.
That's what you said yesterday, thought Ursula as she drifted off to sleep.