Rhina fiddled with her wand as she paced back and forth in front of the tapestry room. She had learned to respect the room, as it was a sacred place, as that's what she was taught by her mother. Rhina had yet to learn that there's more to life than what you're taught.

She hated the idea of her suture being set in stone. Or, she guessed, fabric. Her Mother, Crescenta, had told her about the tapestries. All she had been told about growing up was, you should have a good legacy so your tapestry is good, and don't end up like Eclipsa, be a good princess so your tapestry will make you look good for the future generations of Mewni royals. Tapestry this, tapestry that. Rhina was sick of it.

Her Mother was a perfect queen with a perfect life who made perfect decisions.

Either way, Rhina was anxious to see the tapestry that would set her future in stone. The tapestries were never wrong unless it was a minor detail gotten wrong. Of course that was changed 8 generations later, as Star Butterfly was a pioneer in the Mewni Princesses.

Rhina finally dared to open the door of the room. As she expected, she saw a finished tapestry with her on it. Rhina read the inscription on the plaque below, she read it aloud into the room.

"Seven came before Rhina, if you subtract the boy,

Add four more reigns to her domain and then what gets destroyed?" Rhina said in her light english accent.

The teenager looked at the tapestry. It showed the redhead holding up her wand near the sun, with an awestruck expression on her face, Glossaryck floating nearby.

"Huh? Destroyed? Add more reins to my domain? What the heck?"

Rhina readjusted her glasses and wiped them off on her dress before reading it again.

"Of course this makes no sense. Nothing about magic makes sense." Rhina turned around to see a bunch of people in the room. Their eyes were white and something about them seemed ghostly. That's when Rhina realized. These were ghosts. Her ancestors. These were the people from the tapestries. Her Grandmothers.

"Hello….?"

The Butterflies were strong, and they didn't take kindly to those who messed up the usual order. Take her Great-Grandmother for example. People had rejected her. Given, she had abandoned the kingdom and left Shastacan for a monster. Rhina blinked and the former Queens were gone. Rhina left, seriously scared. She never really believed in ghosts, but now she had been proved wrong. Rhina went to her room and locked the door. Before she had even sat down, she had a knock on her door. She opened it, and her Mother was standing there.

"Well, I have good news."

"I know about the tapestry, I saw it."

"Oh, forget about that. This is more important." Rhina was annoyed. All her Mother had done is talk about the tapestries, and how they were important. What was more important?

"What?"

"John Roachley accepted your hand in marriage."

"What? I'm getting married? I've never even met him!"

"I arranged it for you. Trust me, if you marry into that bunch you don't have to worry about the important things."

"And what do you consider important?" Rhina thought the tapestries were important.

"Well, if you marry a Roachley, money will never be an issue. And the offspring will look nice."

"You expect me to marry a stranger?" Rhina was seriously wondering if her Mother was a psychopath.

"Well, he won't be a stranger if you meet him."

"1, how is that any better? 2, we're already rich. 3, you were never in an arranged marriage." Rhina wondered if her Mother had gotten married at all. She must have been in a relationship, because she was there, wasn't she? But Rhina never remembered having two parents.

"My Mother didn't want to arrange it."

"Well what would happen if I don't marry this guy?"

"Then I'll arrange another cover up."

"Wait….ANOTHER?" Crescenta's cheeks turned red.

"Yes...another."

"What do you mean? With me? I've never met another parent."

"Emily was assassinated before you were born."

"How did you have a baby with-"

"Magic." Rhina decided not to discuss that further, as it would require a very awkward explanation.

"What do you mean another cover up?"

"Festivia, my grandma, wasn't a Butterfly."

"What do you mean Grandma wasn't a Butterfly? She had the cheek marks and could turn into Butterfly form."

"Those things happen when you're exposed to magic, and sense she was raised by the commission she was exposed to a large amount of Magic."

"Well how wasn't she a Butterfly?"

"Shastacan adopted a child, but he was killed by Globgor so she was raised by the commission."

"Wait...Globgor killed Shastacan?"

"Yeah, the cover up was that Shastacan and Eclipsa were killed by monsters and left behind their daughter to rule. But Festivia was picked up off the streets on Pie Island."

"And this hasn't been exposed?"

"No, and it's not going to be." Crescenta glared at her daughter fiercely enough to keep the Princess quiet.

"Yes Mother."

"I shouldn't have told you that. The commission would lose it. And I don't want to deal with an angry Hekapoo. They're oblivious to the fact that I know about it. So this is a mother daughter thing,m got it?"

"It's just between the two of us."

"What do you know about Festivia?"

"That she's my great-grandmother and she liked to party. That's all, I don't know anything else. Not a thing."

"Good girl." Rhina smiled like a perfect princess.

"John Roachley will be here next week." Rhina looked at her sage green dress.

"Yes Mother, I'll be ready."

"Good girl, now I should go look at your tapestry." Rhina slammed the door right behind her mother and questioned if she should do anything.

"If I leave I'll be like Eclipsa and if I stay I'll be miserable." Rhina thought through all of her options. She sat down at her desk and flipped through the spellbook, until she found what she was looking for. Glossaryck popped up as she took her wand and started to mumble the spell.

"You better wait a minute princess."

'Why? I don't want to be miserable."

"Well, isn't it a little early to consider this?"

"I don't think so. I'd rather be convinced from the start."

"Ok, but a spell to make yourself love someone has been….damaging in the past."

"I can handle it."

"If you say so." Glosaryck went back into the book and Rhina recited the spell to love someone.

"Magnolia grows

Bond hearts with a rose

Sunflowers reach

Our love will span over the lives of us each."

Rhina's wand made illusions of magnolias, roses, and sunflowers dance across the room as the two's hearts were bonded, so Rhina would love him. She would rather curse herself then be in a miserable marriage.

"There. I should love, or at least tolerate that creep." It was late at night, so Rhina changed into her nightgown and got into bed. She never heard Glossaryck say,

"Good luck with that spell….use it wisely."

3 years later, Rhina was marrying John Roachley. She hadn't reversed the spell, so she still loved him, although she knew she would have to do something about it eventually.

The vows were said, the two kissed, it was all over, finally. Rhina thought it wasn't that bad, or at least not as bad as she thought it was going to be at 15. It still stank. John was mean to Rhina on a regular basis, and Rhina knew it and wanted to end the curse. One day the two were fighting, and Rhina had had enough.

"I'm not good enough for you? Well how about this?" Rhina flipped through the spellbook until she skimmed a spell and it seemed as if it would get the job done. It would get the job done, but not in a way she expected.

Rhina pointed the wand at the then king, and calmly said:

"I deeply wish your heart to break

I will be forever rid of you, snake

I undo the spell I placed on I

I will never love another guy."

John Roachley dropped dead. Rhina panicked, she didn't intend to kill him, just get him out of her hair. The woman screamed and the commission barged in. All she could do was point at the corpse and try not to scream.

"What happened here?" Obnitraxious Prime asked.

"I-I don't know."

"How could you not know?" Rhombulus asked.

"I-he just dropped like that." Hekapoo put two fingers on his wrist.

"There's not a pulse." Hekapoo reported, and Rhina started to sob, not out of sadness, but at the fact she had murdered someone. Rhina wanted to vomit right there. She hadn't meant to do anything. She just tried to cry the amount she assumed you would if the love of your life had just died in front of your eyes.

A week later, Rhina was standing at the funeral. The Roachley's didn't suspect a thing, as they were told that he had simply dropped dead, and Rhina had just come in, the same lies Rhina had told the commission. The less they could trace his death to anything involving her the better. And things were a lot less easy. Rhina had found out she was having a baby the night after she reversed the spell. Rhina tried to muster up a few fake tears. People were apologizing, and Rhina felt like a piece of pig-goat poop that had been left out in a dumpster for a decade and then baked out in the scorching sun.

6 years later, Rhina had a little princess running around the castle. The girl had only said a few words, and kept to herself most of the time.

"5...4...3...2….1! Ready or not here I come!" Rhina hollered as she played hide and seek with her daughter, then 5 years old. Rhina strolled around the area she had heard little footsteps tread when she was counting. She heard shy giggling a vase. Rhina made a silly face as she peeked behind the massive vase, yet she still heard the giggling. The head of a little strawberry blonde girl popped out of the vase. Rhina found herself giggling with her small daughter despite herself. Rhina booped her daughter on the nose.

"Mommy! I was afraid you'd never find me…." The little girl said.

"How could I never find my little girl?" Celena shrugged.

"I dunno."

"I'll always come find you little Celena. Ok?"

"No matter what?" The question was innocent, as the girl was 5, but Celena always seemed a little odd.

"No matter what." The small girl held out her hand, her tiny pinky out.

"Pinky promise?" Rhina tucked one of the little girls curls behind the small ear, and linked her pinky with her daughters. Rhina realized that Celena's cheek marks were glowing. Rhina remembered something about cheek marks glowing...that that's what happened either when a Butterfly was dipping down or if there was a contract between two queens.

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"Your sideways eights were glowing." Rhina gasped, kissed her daughter on the cheek.

"I have something to go do real quick. Can you entertain yourself for about 15 minutes?"

"Yes Mommy."

"Of course you can, you're a clever girl." Celena beamed and Rhina went to the castle library, and found a book on queen contracts. She had thought she had read almost every book in the place. Turned out, she had read every interesting book in the library. Rhina looked through the book, skimming (Even though the last time she skimmed a book, look what happened.), until she found the page she was looking for.

"How Queen contracts work.

A contract between two queens happens when a queen or future queen of mewni makes a deal or promise and shakes hands or pinky promise. Whatever was on one end of the deal happens if the other end is filled out. While the contract takes place, the cheek marks will glow. Queens contracts will be revised if the queens or queens to be figure out an alternative or change some of the details."

Rhina was confused. The promise was one sided. There was no way a contract would take place. Something hit Rhina. She had basically promised she would be around forever. But...she couldn't be around forever. Everyone died at some point. Rhina went out to Celena playing in the garden, picking dandelions and blowing the white fuzz all in the air.

"Celena?"

"Yes Mommy?"

"You know we promised? About me being here forever?" Celena nodded.

"I won't be around forever. At least not forever forever. I'll be around long enough, I can promise that." Rhina held out her pale pinky. Celena linked her pinky with her mothers, and the small girls cheek marks blinked once, to show that it was revised.

"Ok. Now will you play with me Mommy?"

"Of course Sweetie."

Rhina spent the next 2 hours picking dandelions, walking through the gardens, playing games of hide and seek, tag, and pretend, and pushing the small girl on a swing. Both of the ladies spent the two hours enjoying each other's company.