'Dear Mother,
This is your prince, Arvinson. For some reason, I am alive and Dalton sacrificed his life for me. Now that I'm free, I plan to travel the world. You will be free from the king, too. Continue your grieving for me and your writing. From, your son and Dalton.'
Queen Lilli stared at the typewriter's key. The message was being typed by someone who was not accustomed to the arrangement of the keys.
Her wide-eyes read the words thrice. It was a missive from her prince!
"Who are you?"
'Dalton.'
"Are you a ghost?"
'Fortunately, yes!'
"How is the prince?" Her fright was slowly changing into excitement.
'Fine.'
"But he's got no money!"
'You tell where he could fetch it, my queen!'
"I will hang the money bag at my favorite mango tree!" Queen Lilli thought fast.
'Okay. I w
