"Shall I get you a towel, sire?" asked a servant who tried to hide his smile.
"No, just let me drip," he snapped, as he slammed his cup down onto the coffee table. "Just go get my clothes!" He headed for the washroom and the servant obeyed his king's command.
It's okay. She loves me; remember that. You did the right thing. You did the right thing...
When he was clean and dry once again, King Harold dressed and placed his king's crown atop his head. Once the weather cleared, maybe he should pay a visit to his love.
Meanwhile, shielding her eyes from the rain, Princess Lillian examined the building. On the front, big letters read The Wish Factory. Simple, yet meaningful, she decided, and with fury in her heart she crossed the puddled road and pushed the doors open.
Fairy Godmother was sitting on the desk, watching as a man painted her portrait. Hearing the noisy entrance, she looked over at her rain-soaked guest. "Your Highness! What in Grimm's name are you doing out of the house on a day like this?" she asked, not concerned enough to move.
"I need to talk to you about my beloved husband," Princess Lillian snapped. Her voice was icier than winter, and she pushed the door shut. "He told me about the deal you made with him."
"Oh, that? If you're worried about me being inexperienced, you have nothing to fear."
"I don't care what your hobbies are. I want you to reverse what you did!"
"Be very sure of that, Princess. As you must know, this would destroy your baby."
Princess Lillian's hands protectively cupped her swollen abdomen. "No. I won't have that. Isn't there another way?"
"No, child. Not if you want to stop loving him. Your only other option is to proceed with the birth, and hand your baby's fate over to me."
"What?"
"That was part of the deal," Fairy Godmother said, casting a quick glance at her portrait. "Didn't Harold tell you?"
"No! I left. I didn't want to hear his voice. Please, you have to find some other way. I'll pay you, a lot, if you just look."
"There is no way," Fairy Godmother answered, her voice harsher. "I've spent many years looking; don't condescend me. That is what I do...because let me tell you this; my potions are far more powerful than your silly little crown. Furthermore," she continued calmly, as Princess Lillian withdrew, "I don't need your bribe. I get whatever I want."
"Really? And you chose a place that looks like this?"
Fairy Godmother's expression hardened. "Look, Princess, you have a choice. I suggest you make it."
Her hands still cupping her abdomen, Princess Lillian turned and walked out of the factory.
I might love him still. But I won't forgive him.