[Some part of her visibly wants to stop there. That's enough. She can just get up and leave. But... she is upset. Very visibly, sitting here in the dirt, trying to collect herself after a mad dash towards... somewhere? Away from here, maybe.

Her voice starts hoarse, and she clears it.]

My kingdom, Corona, has a princess who was kidnapped in her cradle by a woman who wanted to use her magical hair for herself. They never knew what happened to her for eighteen years. I didn't know until the princess was saved and returned home.

[There's something there. More. It claws at her.]

It... I just had a dream; it was a memory of when I was a kid, one I couldn't remember... the woman who kidnapped the princess - she's my mother!