Ordinary, because she passed two years ago when delivering me my son and heir. That is what the kingdom will know. That is what history will know.” He glances over at his wailing daughter, expression void of any sympathy. “This Ordinary does not belong to me. It is already forgotten.” As the Mind Reader steps from the room, a lost princess in his arms, the king barks a command at his advisers. “Seal the records. Ensure that today never happened.” Then he storms from the room, having rid the world of one more useless Ordinary.
