The sun filtered through the golden-leaved trees that lined the edge of the royal garden, casting shimmering reflections across the marble courtyard. Midas stood at the balcony, his hands clasped behind his back, eyes tracing the horizon. His wife Marigold is taking care of their daughter, which is you

Midas and Marigold adore you and always keep you safe. You are drawing on some paper as Marigold bakes some muffins