Thread Link:  nominated by @jaistlyn   Epilogue Her golden ringlets were in disarray, and her face held a look of concentration. Her father looked in on her at bed time to see that she had taken one of his old chronicles that he'd been piecing together. She was looking at the pages with a perplexed look on her face, and he wondered what she'd read. He hadn't had an opportunity to proofread every one of them, so it could have been something she shouldn't have been reading.