Was missing my kiddos and started thinking about one in particular who was nigh impossible to deal with…can’t speak for adults, but our willingness as a society to dismiss children who lack empathy as “monsters,” fearing them because we don’t know what else to do, has always made me uncomfortable. Had to get the feels out real quick.
There’s a knock at her door. Three light knocks, to be precise. Her younger sons’ governess. The queen sighs, long and low; she knows which child is accompanying the young woman before she even opens the door. “Come in.”
Sure enough, Hans walks in first, his little beet-red face the only thing about him that betrays his true feelings. His governess remains in the doorway, clearly thankful to have reached their destination. “He punched Henrik in the face, Your Majesty,” she sighs, rubbing her temples. “He wanted to see you, and frankly, I don’t know what else to do with him.”
I’m sure you were more than happy to oblige, the queen thinks, seeing the relief that floods the governess when she nods. “Thank you, Birgitte.”
Birgitte doesn’t say anything more as she practically slams the door shut in her haste. Hans stands in the middle of the room, not looking at her, not speaking, not moving.
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