Warm delicious smells wafted through the open door to the room where Bridget and Harrison had been staying the past couple of days. Soft giggles like the chimes of a bell could be heard under the gentle whisper of conversation in the other room. Bridget stood over Madaline's fire stove, scrambling fresh eggs from the chickens that the old woman kept out back.<br/><br/>Her face was alight with cheerful laughter as she spoke and gossiped about the recent goings on in her kingdom with Madaline, completely at ease and comfortable here in a the small cabin wearing, less than fancy clothes, and using her own two hands to prepare a meal. It was a whole new experience for the young princess and she found she enjoyed it. Like something inside her was just built to do this sort of thing.<br/><br/>It was easy for Bridget right then. There would be no more questioning about what she wanted. Even if she had to beg for work to help Harrison keep a home for the two of them, she would do it.<br/><br/>In a long earthy dress with her long golden curls draped around her neck, Bridget danced around the tiny kitchen doing as Madaline instructed and learning to prepare a meal for Harrison and herself. Unaware that Harrison had awoken.