The White sheep
It wasn't that she hadn't noticed the differences before, Joker and Felicia often praised her observation skills. However going out with Cyrus outside the fortress only confirmed her worries.
Her family possessed either beautiful shades of lavender or golden hair.
Kamui had only locks white like snow.
Her siblings were so great at riding: Camilla and her loyal wyvern had become the death angels of the country, Leon was perfect as usual and easily cleared the path to victory with his talent in magic, Elise had yet to really fight but she was already known as a beam of hope in the hash desert. Of course standing at the top was Marx upon his black stallion, the one every soldier look up to, the hero.
She couldn't even get on her steed without falling after two minutes, even though Gunt had spent weeks trying to get at least a pony to accept her on its back. Sometimes whispers of her failures reached her ears when her siblings weren't there. Staying in the castle, no fame had been gained except that she seemed to have been identified as a princess clueless about the world and its shadows.
King Garon had heavy expectations for his children, the country was at war and he wanted them to be prepared to face the world.
So why was the shadow of doubt ever present when he looked at her? Why did Iago, his counselor, always emphasize her flaws and mistakes or show disrespect to her siblings when they defended her? Why had she been locked up all these years, was she too weak? Why did it seem like she didn't belong...