The Seed of Retaliation
Bam!
The sound of the young prince hitting the floor harshly was satisfying enough for the small child. Her pale hands gripped the tapestry of the curtains as she watched her sibling practice, trying over and over once more with an attempt to master moves she long passed. A year her senior, with a fiery temper and rather disgusting adaptation for the Royal family was the description she would carry over and over in her head.
He was lucky to be born, as she was born Lucky.
She scoffed at her father's ignorant words; luck barely carried her through her rigorous training along with her maturity barely forming. Everyda