The two of us were born that same morning, on a crystal-clear spring day. Mother held you by the window so that the first thing you saw was your kingdom, and the first thing you heard was the church bells chiming to announce our arrival. When she first held me, you were cradled at my side; the first thing I saw was your aqua blue eyes and the first thing I heard was your laugh; you giggled when father smiled at you. The bells were ringing and the midwife congratulated our parents, and that night, the whole kingdom lit lanterns and released them into the clear, crisp evening air.
It was decided you were the proper heir to the throne; you were born first, and no one expected there to be a second child, especially not a son. They expected a single daughter, and had accommodated. I was given some interesting living arrangements; servants quarters.
As I grew, I was assigned a variety of obs. At two, my work as a servant began with folding towels, at four I was sweeping and mopping the floors, and by six, I was tending the garden. While I was watering the roses, you were anointed Queen of the Yellow Kingdom. Our parents passed away that very year, a sudden illness had struck them.
When I turned ten, I was assigned to tend to "Queen Rin of Yellow". When I first entered your bedroom, your eyes looked less blue. They were much different from the gleaming eyes I'd remembered. Over time, I noticed more changes in your behavior; when announcing something to your subjects, you had a nearly sinister grin, but alone, you looked so drained, so lonely. I had no idea why, until one day, I realized you were grieving. After four years? I would think, chuckling lightly, Then again, you spent so much time with them.
Rumors were circulating among the servants of your "noble duties". You weren't just ruling a kingdom; you were leading an army. An army that was destroying villages, killing innocent people, and overthrowing other neighboring kingdoms. "Queen Rin"'s title no longer displayed respect. The royal title meant nothing to your subjects. What's in a name? No matter what you were called, you were still just "a monster".
I did not believe a single story. Until I became your one-man army. In the market, a man caught your eye; by the looks of his blue hair and regal attire, it was rather clear he was the Prince of Blue. You looked at him with longing- your cheeks tinted a faint pink, your lips parted as if you were whispering to him from across the road. I can't deny the prince wasn't unattractive, and the Blue Kingdom was a remarkably successful place. A king leader who was respected by anyone who met him, or had even heard tales of his accomplishments in making the Kingdom of Blue the ideal place to live. A very different reputation than that of the Yellow Kingdom, whose ruler was a "filthy murderer" who had "no other intention but to kill", and I do recall they called you "evil". But at that moment when I looked into your eyes, I didn't see a murderer; I saw a girl in love. And when you smiled, it wasn't a smirk, but a sweet beam. When the Prince turned your way, your cheeks flushed a soft pink and you tugged at my wrist, scurrying home.
Every day, you'd return to the market, hoping you might see the Blue Prince. In the evenings, I would peek into your room and I'd see you waltzing with one of your many gowns, a dreamy look in your eyes as you pictured your prince in your mind. You didn't seem like royalty as you danced; you looked like a real girl. In my eyes, this made you less of a queen, even lesser of a murderer; you were becoming my sister.
But outside of that you would extort money from your subjects if you ever ran short, and those who defied you were executed. You distorted words from their true meanings to fool the people, and they believed you.
"Now, you may kneel before me!" You would tell them. That one woman who clothed herself in red armor requested your presence, and proceeded to list your wrongdoings.
"Those who defy me must bend my dresses!" You declared to her. A look of sheer disgust on her face, she was escorted away, never to be seen by you again. Or so you thought.
One day, you spotted your prince again. He was with a girl, petite, with blue-green, sparkling eyes, and long, flowing teal hair. I saw her smile and instantly started to feel like that hot tea that you love so much. Like I'd melted to a puddle- and my whole body felt hot. It was love- but a different love from what I felt of you. I had a desperate longing for this girl of teal. I wanted to give you what you wanted- but I felt this girl could fulfill everything I needed. You were my queen, but she was my princess. I gazed to her until she passed, and my vision felt hazy. it seemed I couldn't look away, or see anything but her; she was crystal clear. And then she laughed- her face lit up eyes practically smiling, and she brought a hand to her face, brushing it lightly against her lips. When she was out of my line of sight, I looked over at you. I'd expected to see you, but I saw the Queen of Yellow. With a growl, you said something to me, coldly, but quiet as a whisper:
"You may annihilate the Kingdom of Green."