“I’m sorry. You may think I know nothing of your grief but you’re wrong. In the days after I fled this city, I thought you were dead. It was years before I could speak your name, so keenly did I feel that loss. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
Once upon a time, there was a wolf king who fought a war
for the most precious treasure in all the kingdom….
His beautiful, little princess…
But victory came at a price.
New enemies made…
And so the wolf king stood alone.
Happily ever after it was not, but sometimes even the worst endings
are not really endings at all…
And you should know, my littlest wolf, that, even when all seems
burnt to ash, in our story,
there is always another chapter to be told.