"Mommy, can you tell me the story again?" a green-eyed girl begged.
"I would, but you and your older sister are way past your bedtime."
"Please, mom. Can just tell the story to Violette. I promise I'll go to sleep." a brunette girl. She folded her hands.
Their mother tapped her dimple. "Okay, but you'll have to go to sleep."
The brunette slipped into her covers while Violette bounced in her bed. Smiling, Violette tucked her daughter in with a simple caress on the cheek.
"King AZ had known he would die soon, so he had many children. One of which is Prince Lysander. One by one, each child had children for many generations to come, but each heir competed for each other. The heirs disappeared, never to be heard from again. When the Kings of Galar intervened, only two bloodlines survived. The End."
"Mom!" Violette complained.
"What is it dear? You know what happens if you complain."
"I know, mom. 'Every time a girl complains the ghosts of AZ's descendants will curse you. Every time a boy complains the ghosts of some old Eastern ruler will send the boy to some world that weird people believe in.' I know the 'Distortion World' is just some stupid piece of trubbish."
"Violette!" the mother scolded, "you don't ever talk about Emperor Akagi and Empress Shirona's kingdom like that! You know what young lady, you're grounded. This time you're going to do Alexia's chores."
"But mom!"
"No! Don't you dare argue with me, young lady! This is what happens when you talk about the country like that."
