The Strength in my Darkness

by FantasyEscape11019

I am a queen. I wasn’t born with a tiara on my head or a silver spoon in my mouth. I fought my way to the throne leaving a trail of broken hearts and blood in my wake. And yet, in my darkness, I find my strength. OC/J. Kirk Medieval AU

2. What Am I?

Chapter 2 (15 years ago)

I squirm impatiently as my mother braids my hair. "Mom?"

"Yes mouse?" Her nickname for me.

"What am I?"

"What do you mean?"

"I have ears like a fairy, but no wings. My skin is the color of caramel. I look like a human and yet I can feel...what people are thinking. It's like I am everything and yet I am nothing."

She turns me around to face her. "Why do you think I gave you a name that no one else has?"

I shrug "I don't know," I mumble.

"It's because there's no one else like you. You're different from everybody else and that makes you special."

I look up at her with pleading eyes. "Who is my father?" I had asked before but she would always change the subject or divert my attention elsewhere. "Please."

She sighs and sits down, putting me in her lap. "Your father...is the King."

"King Claudius?" I look at her in bewilderment. "My father can't be King Claudius. If my father is the King then you should be the queen! And why do we live in Blackrain and not the castle?! And I'm supposed to be a princess!"

"I know I know," she hugs me. "It's not fair. But sometimes things are complicated. It'll get better."

"When?"

"One day."

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