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One week later... Belboz stood in his kitchen, stirring a pot of soup. He wasn't used to cooking the old-fashioned way, generally preferring to just conjure up meals for himself, but he figured now he had to set an example. And there were plenty of simple things he could make without too much trouble. Tonight it was beef stew. He tapped the long wooden spoon against the lip of the cauldron, stepping back and wiping his hands on his apron. "Hannah," he called, "supper's almost ready! Come set the table!" From the next room over, in came prancing a happy little girl, her golden locks bouncing with the skip in her step. She was wearing her laciest dress, pink trimmed with white, and her hair was all done up with ribbons. She made a beeline for the cabinet that held Belboz's chinaware, and quickly set the table for dinner. Over dinner, she excitedly chattered away to Belboz about the drawings she'd been producing—all domestic images, mommies and daddies and their children in their houses. Belboz smiled and nodded along, congratulating her. When they had finished eating, Hannah dutifully carried the dishes to the sink and began washing, but not before exclaiming, "Thanks for dinner, Daddy!" No sign remained of the knight who had wandered into his home a week prior. Instead, Belboz's new daughter Hannah was a perfectly normal little girl, with an affinity for stuffed animals and dresses and the color pink. So far, she had made Belboz smile more times than he could count, and the few times she had seemed confused, like she was forgetting something, he had distracted her with cookies laced with a potion that acted as a sedative and a memory suppressor. He had grafted no memories, per se, but instead merely made sure she knew that she was Hannah, his daughter, and she lived here with him. She suspected nothing, and was already learning her way around his mountain home and picking up on her chores very quickly. Of course, he had given her no great intellect, nor sense of curiosity. She was very small even for her age, and would certainly not surpass 5 feet at any point in her life. She was merely a docile, happy little girl who would stay at home and be as far as possible from the brave knight she had once been. A few months passed. Hannah continued to be an ordinary little girl. Belboz found that he enjoyed fatherhood—but then, when he could use magic to make fatherhood anything he wanted, it was difficult not to. Around the time autumn was coming,
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