Milady mundane:
Things are easier when you are a child, aren't they? Easier to do, easier to believe... [Joy sighs wistfully] Part of me thinks that I still will find him someday. Here in this place that you told me was magical, or back home. But then, he may not even recognize me. The little girl he left is long gone. Now look at me, I am a childless widow (even though Lord Frey insists I marry again. Him or one of his sons. But no, that won't happen.). And ... [sigh] Leave it be.
At least it will be more peaceful here.
Joy