The Mad Prince

Susan and Williams looked at themselves before looking back at their father, who was staring at their mother suspiciously. Whether the woman knew she was being stared at or not, she focused on what she was doing. Since they all woke up at dawn, they found her already knitting a scarf, and she had refused to talk to anyone. Which was rare because she never just randomly did anything. 

"You still aren't telling me where you went when I was looking all over for you yesterday, and now you are suddenly making a scarf? Do you think giving me this is going to make me change my mind and stop asking? 

The woman stopped what she was doing and raised her head to look at him in confusion. 

"Who said it was for you?" 

"What?" Her husband asked, surprised.

"Then is it for me?" Susan asked hopefully. 

"Should be mine. I'm the one sick." Williams chipped in.