What if life wasn't actually as you knew it?
What if the rags you wore were actually made from the finest silk, purest cotton and warmest cashmere?
What if the crown of thorns you had on your head was actually made from diamonds, platinum, gems and pearls?
What if the ramshackle of a falling-apart cabin you'd come to think of as home turned into a castle?
And what if the husband you thought you were bound to in unholy matrimony was actually just the same as the monsters and demons you'd read about as a little girl?
What if the gentle giant you met was nothing but an amazing soul hell bent on taking care of you, showing you beauty, introducing you to gold?
What if he wasn't your knight in shining armor but the man whose honor it was to hold your shield and shine your crown after you were done slaying the dragon yourself?
What would you do with the millions you inherited in atonement?
Would you buy glass slippers?
Would you build sandcastles?
Or like me, would you help other queens find gold so they could mend and unbreak the broken?