Aurora watched her children run into the woods again. She should be well used to their thirst for adventure and the fascination they have with exploring- after all both she and Philip held similar feelings in their youth- but she still felt a pang of panic every time they left.
She worried that some event would cost her her children, much like her parents lost her. She loved her children dearly- a boy and a girl- and she often found herself wondering what her childhood would have been like if she was raised by her parents.
She knew where the children were headed, it was a location she herself would frequented- though no one knew. The old cottage where she spent her youth with the fairies became the children's favorite location and, on days they would spend the whole day in the woods, they would scour the land around them- it had not taken long for them to have it decorated to their tastes. If not for the young royals, the little cottage would be sitting alone, neglected.
Aurora's children favored their father in looks, but both were as innocent and charming as their mother. The eldest, Hunter, at eight years old had taken it upon himself to bring sister into his plans and share all of his secrets with her. Five-year-old Rosemond could never be mistaken for anything but the daughter of the king, whose hair she had inherited. When Philip would leave for various royal duties Aurora took solace in watching her children, he was never missing from the home.
Aurora turned to walk back into the castle, after all a queen has her duties to attend to. She knew her children would be safe, and the fairies- who raised herself- would never let anything happen to the children
