Goddess of Magic: A Snow White retelling (Kingdom of Fairytales Snow White Book 4)

Topher gotten back from his errands already? I wasn't expecting to see him until after dinner.
I bounced towards the door, happy even at the thought of seeing him. It was as easy to spend time with him as it was to spend time on my own, something I'd never experienced before in my life.
My heart fell as I opened the door and saw it wasn't Topher. But then, it lifted back up almost instantly when I realized it was Father standing on the other side.
It was strange to see him outside of his rooms. It had been so long since I'd seen him in a different environment.
"I'm going to go to dinner after this," he said as he stepped inside. "Unless I'll cramp your style, and you don’t want me there."
I chuckled. "I want you there," I assured him.
A small part of me worried he wouldn't want to spend the time with me once he learned what I had to ask him about. One of the reasons I'd never pressed either of my parents for the truth about my birth was because I didn't want to hurt them. It wouldn't be fair after everything they'd done for me—a loving home, an education, more love than I could possibly have imagined. I was under no illusions about the possibility of me having a better life under other circumstances. No matter who gave birth to me, these were my real parents.
"You seemed to be a bit worried about something earlier, is everything all right?" Father asked.
"Why don't you sit down." I indicated the table Topher and I normally used. I winced slightly at the stack of old newspapers by the side of it. I should have gotten rid of them, especially as they didn't have any kind of useful information in them.
"You're starting to scare me, Kel." Despite his words, he took a seat.
I sat down opposite him and took a deep breath, wondering what it was best to say first. I needed to remember that this was Father in front of me. He'd never made me feel small or dumb, and I needed to trust that he'd listen to me with an open mind—because he would.
"I need to know about my birth parents," I blurted.
A shocked look crossed over his face. "That wasn't what I expected."
"I'm sorry," I said quickly, not wanting him to hurt. "I wouldn't ask, but some weird things have happened recently, and I don't know what's caused them."
He frowned. "What things?"
It was a fair question. But that was fine. He'd believe me, just like Topher would. That was one of the things I liked about Topher, anyway, the fact he made me feel the same way my parents' did when it came to supporting me. Perhaps it was weird to feel that way. But then, they did say people ended up falling for their parents.
Huh. Falling for? Where had that come from? I pushed the thought to the side, needing to focus on other things first.
"I've been seeing the future," I blurted, not seeing a better way to tell him. I should work on that in case more people need to know what's happening.
"Well, that's not what I expected," Father admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"I can't say I expected it, either," I said. "But there's no doubt what it is. I've tried to see what happens with Mother and when she'll wake up, but nothing is coming to me."
"You shouldn't worry about it," Father assured me. "If you're meant to see things, then they'll come. So long as you haven't seen anything bad happen...."
I shook my head. "Nothing, so far."
“You saw your mother lying asleep in your visions a while back,” he reminded me. “Is this the same thing?”
I’d seen her like she was dead, not that I wanted to point that out.
“I guess so. I didn’t know that was an actual vision of the future. Those dreams just made me uneasy.”
“I should have paid more attention to you back then.”
“I don’t think either of us could have stopped this,” I answered. “What do you know about my birth parents?”
"I can't really offer much help in that regard, I’m afraid," he said evenly.
"Oh." I tried not to let my disappointment show.
"It's not that I don't want to tell you," he added quickly. "But I don't know."
I frowned. How was that possible? Surely, he knew where they'd gotten me?
"It's time we told you," he started. "The only reason we didn't is that there really isn't much to tell. After your mother woke up and everything was starting to look good, there was a knock on the door, and an old woman had you in her arms. She gave you to us, and we were so taken aback that we took you and didn't ask any questions. We should have, but it didn't cross our minds until there was no one to ask anymore."
I nodded, but otherwise, stayed silent. He was on a roll, and I didn't want to disrupt that.
"Now, I see that perhaps we failed you in that regard."
"But not in any others," I assured him quickly. "I promise, I'm not asking for any other reason than a practical one."
"I know," Father responded. "I can understand what's going on must be scary. You want information that might help, and you hoped I'd have it."
"Yes," I admitted. The corner of the wanted poster Topher brought last week caught my eye. Perhaps something in that could jog Father's memory. I leaned down and picked it up. "Do you recognize these people?" I asked, handing it to him.
He took the wanted poster from me and then frowned down at it. "Their eyes are like yours."
"I know. It's one of the things that got me thinking about my birth in the first place," I admitted.
"Understandably. I'm sorry that I can't help on that front. Do you know why they're wanted?"
"No. But I've seen them in the visions I've been having. They're heading here, and I think they're