The Mirror Does Have Magic, Your Majesty?

Annabel cast a glance at her uncle. He flashed her and encouraging grin. Luciano was right, your majesty. This mirror does have magic in it. Just not the kind you think. Annabel gestured toward her old dress and boots. I am humble shepherdess. And goodness knows, I've made mistakes with my flock. Yet no matter how I mess up or slip up, every day, those sheep let me take care of them all over again. They know I'm not perfect. But they also know I'm trying and learning and doing my best. The magic happens when we're brave enough to know that yes, we are flawed.