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Moonlight beamed through the tower window, illuminating her tearstreaked face. She knew what she had to do, there was really no other choice, in the matter. She turned to her maid, and releived her of the bundle of blankets in her arms. She gave one last lingering look to the baby nestled within, before turning back towards the window and crying out into the night.
"Goblin King, Goblin King, wherever you may be! Take this child of mine, far away from me!" She knew he would come, he had to! He promised her he would come whenever she needed him, all she had to do was call.
She saw a shadow appear on the wall, and turned slowly to rest her eyes on the impressive figure of Balthazar, the Goblin King.
9 months earlier
Princess Rhiannon hummed quietly to herself, as she walked through the woods behind the castle. She was reading her favorite novel imagining herself, as usual, as the spunky heroine, Rebekah. She just needed to forget herself for a while, forget her destiny to become Duke Cadell's wife. This was the best way to do it, walking to her favorite reading spot, with her favorite novel, on a beautiful sunny day.
Her wedding was to be in one weeks time, and her parent's couldn't be happier. One out of two daughter's married off to a handsome and powerful young duke. Rhiannon and Elaine were twins, and nearing their 18th birthday. It was almost unheard of for it to take so long to marry off a princess, but the girls were fiery, with minds of their own. They were beautiful, for sure, but never hesitated to speak their minds. The two girls were identical in almost every way. From their green eyes and fair skin, to their full red lips and voluptuous bodies. The only real difference was while Rhiannon had long golden curls, Elaine had long ebony ones.
She finally reached her willow tree, and settled beneath it's shade, spreading her skirts around her. She heard the hoot of an owl,and she soon lost herself in her story, completely oblivious to all else. Unaware that it began to get darker, unaware it began to get cooler. Also, unaware that she was being watched.
