From the beginning, it was obvious that the youngest should surpass her elder twin. She would be destined for greatness to be appreciated, worshiped, loved; however, God hadn’t been able to bless her, for Satan had taken hold of the bastard child. Tainted by witchcraft, the child -oh the poor child- was fated for doom. Whatever could’ve been promised to her was ripped by the seams, given to her lesser elder instead. And so the downward spiral began.
Her attributes far surpassed her twin. The young one was naturally a perfect queen! She was brilliant in her young age, brave, courageous, kind, and cunning; whereas, the other wasn’t as brilliant or brave, about courageous as a mouse, rotten, and dim-witted. But the other hand to be the one. A monstrosity as her sister was too unfit the more she conjured camillas, materialize in other rooms, sending a frostbitten winter into an ever blooming spring. And so she had to be discarded.
Though council demanded her immediate exile, the king refused. “She is too young to be sent into The Pavilion!”, he bellowed. “Once she has aged thrice from now will she be taken. Until then none shall know of her existence!” And so it was done.
The second of her year till her fifth the young one was made light of. None out of the palace knew of her. She grew watching her elder being fawned over, given blessed names, winning the hearts of the people when the elder never presented a benevolent bone, yet she never scorned the elder. Aging in the few years she had lived in the palace never made the young one despise those who gave her ill treatment -even when she was spit at and slandered- for she believed in what her sister could do, despite all the harsh parables spewed by her cousins (ones who had given her the love she had been entitled to). And so she lived with it.
Once evening had come on the night of their birth, the elder had been put to bed unbeknownst to her that the young one was packed and shipped to the treacherous Pavilion. She would never know the young went willingly, happy knowing her sister would be left in luxury, nor would she get the chance to recollect the memories from their past. The sun had risen, the young had vanished, the old had never known. A damned child was no child. Council told the elder there was no younger, everyone agreed there was no younger, so the elder said there was no younger. And so she grew as an isolated queen.Though, fate has other ways to intervene. And so the downward spiral begins.