The Sentinels why live in the shrubbery when you can have a throne?

Anita’s gaze was faraway as she recalled her tranquil past. Such a childhood sounded like the beginning of a storybook fable. It was so perfect, too good to be true. 
And perhaps some elements what were a bit fabricated. Valentine was nearing his own second summer. By the looks of her, he doubted the girl could be any than he was . Alas, he said nothing of it. She’d woven a good tale, and he wished to hear to the end. But she was too choked up to finish. A budding storyteller and an actor, had this been a only a tale to begin with.
He too had his fair share of acting.
I’ve never seen lightening myself, but I’ve heard horrible tales. He gave her a look of sympathy. I … I am sorry. Did your family — ?