Tattered
Prologue
In the cold, on what was such an auspicious night, hushed lullabies filled a small room in the Eastern Palace. On this night when the sky was black and soft like silk and the wind gentle and soothing, despite the chill it brought, a new life was welcomed into the world. A babe of noble blood, beautiful, small and calm slept in her mother's arms being rocked. This child, so new and unaware, took the first breathes of her life in disturbing peace. A babe was meant to cry was it not? Yet this child was still, she seemed almost dignified, too regal to behave like the infant she was, this was the thought that passed through her mother's mind as she gazed upon her in awe and so much love. This night was truly auspicious; but this babe would come to know much suffering in the years to come, for she had been born with one fated flaw that none had yet to realize. The severity of which would guide the flow of her life.