Outside the palace walls, clouds gathered with a wind so chill it could be felt down to the bone. Rain so light it sounded much like hundreds of leaky faucets. Inside the castle a woman screamed as she gave birth alone without aid, allowing no one to enter her domain despite her agony. Still she had a plan that she was not about to toss aside just because she hurt. Panting and pushing, pushing and panting soon all her work payed off. Cutting the cord herself she looked at the fragile thing she had birthed. With a sneer she cursed the newborn, born on October 27th "May you know loneliness lost in the desolate mirror!" She pressed the little girl into the standing mirror at the side of the bed. She gasped, her hands wrapping around her sides, she was shocked to find that it wasn't over yet. Another little girl was born, though less fragile than the last, more robust with her scream, but somehow smaller. Before she could be rid of what she thought of as an indignity, the man she despised, the one whom she had wed walked through the door. Her plans were suddenly set back, but she was no less determined to finish even if she would have to wait awhile.
The little blue haired child with two different colored eyes was washed by her father whom was so excited for all his other nine-hundred and ninety-nine children were his sons. This baby, this tiny creature was his daughter. He did not realize the tr5uth of his wife's frustrated sigh or that there were to have been twins. "Take a long rest, I and the nurses shall see to the little one."
Mistress Trinket Community Member 
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