Once Upon A Time there was a princess who was cursed with a terrible, sudden loss. The Queen of Misthaven, a mother. It was the eve of my birthday where a ball was being held in the honor of an eighth trip around the sun. At the moment of Queen Ava's passing, hope in me was nonexistent. The pain was numbing, and there was no magic to bring her back. My mentor, light- my mother. Gone so suddenly, and leaving a daughter incredibly too soon. Now I am stuck with a father who is completely indifferent on the passing of his queen. The kingdom was his sole love, and we were just small pawns locked in castle walls. But as time passed, my father grew lonely. Our once flourishing kingdom only grew with bitterness. The traditions my mother brought the people, the annual faires she would spend time learning about them and talking to them- it was all gone.
As the years came and gone, things changed. My father became my world, and I became his. For three years we were inseparable. But I knew he was missing something. He was longing for a queen, a partner, someone to share this life with. And I was in desperate need of a mother figure. The daughter of a miller is where our story begins. Regina.
If only I was silent, kept my thoughts in my head. I should have stayed to myself, let her be. All of those lessons of kindness and truth? Bullshit words. Bullshit stories. Hope is nonexistent. She is evil. I made her evil. Strength is the Queen. No happy endings for the weak. And this is the tale of my death.