Melody: what is this? *picks up the basket* why, it’s a child! *turns around and runs into the castle* Mum! Dad!
King: Yes Melody?
Melody: there’s been a child left on the door of my tower!
Queen: a child, are you sure?
Melody: aww, they’re adorable! They were clearly blessed with fair face and sweet smile
Queen: th-that they were
King: *sighs* We’ll decide this tomorrow, ok? Your mother and I need to talk
Melody: shh, it’s ok, *starts to rock the baby as she heads to her room. She starts to sing* You’ll go down just like Holy Mary. Mary on a, Mary on a cross. Your beauty never ever scared me. Mary on a, Mary on a cross