Golden Glade The Bastard Royals

she came into the world with grace.

but a gasp escaped her as she feel the cold wrap around her premature body, catching her infant senses of guard; though in the mere seconds that passed after the sac had been lifted off of her, she found herself adapting to the new environment she had surfaced to. the girl did not scream in protest at this sudden development, having being pushed from the internal warmth to the looming darkness, instead, sought only for one thing; to quench the hunger present in her belly.

little by little, the princess found her away, silent still, and took what she could with ease having not to push aside any in the fight for survival. it would be her and the boy, her brother, until the end of time as she knew it; no matter how her personality would call for her to become the younger rather than the first born.  

whatever she had come to, the girl felt herself resigned to her current situation and went about it with what she could, instead of protesting at what she could not have. with time, she settled down in the crook of her mother and the belly of her brother, eye lids closing ever so slightly with her strong heart beat.

she could comprehend little at this point, but was aware of one thing only. she was not alone; but surrounded by begings she felt intertwined with, would keep her safe, warm. they, whoever they were, were hers as she was theirs. and she loved them.