Rumplestepdad

Late, I know, I know. I wasn't expecting to get called into the office this evening...

“I think it’s time ye knew,” said Rumplestiltzkin. “I’m nae yer real father.”

“I’ve always kind of suspected,” said the prince, looking down. “The height, for one. And I can’t walk through walls or spin straw into gold.”

“There’s more, lad. I stole ye from yer true ma years and years gone. Mind, I’ve always done me best fer ye.”

“I can’t complain about my life here.”

“I didnae want there t’be anymore secrets.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Ach, well, ye were such a cute baby, and it’s verrae hard to catch a wife when ye’re a wee magic gnome…”