1 Prologue

Footsteps echoed in the castles dark halls, the darkness eating away at even the days darkest shadows. Whiteish-gray hair spilled down her back, curls bouncing in tune with her walk. She held herself elegantly in her dark purple dress, acting like she belonged here. Like she owned the place.

The gold doors to the throne room slammed open, revealing her to the people inside, ever at this hour of the night. The young queen gasped, her light, fair skin glowing faithful under the lamplight.

"Z-Zoe? I thought you were dead!" The queen said to the woman, her blue eyes wide.

Zoe smirked.

"Well, Sarah, not every dream comes true," the witch pronounced, her disgust evident in her face. "You tried to kill me! You thought that you would be queen if you played your cards right! Well no more!"

The woman's disguise faded away into dust, and everyone gasped at her. She seems to be around twelve, clearly royal. Blond hair with a black streak, the symbol of the late Nelson family who had ruled over the kingdom of Flowerwell for generations. Piercing green eyes glaring into Queen Sarah's soul. And the small crown and dress.

This was the princess that had killed, seemingly by suicide, years before. Her best friend Sarah, has been included in the note, stating she was to take Zoe's place.

The note had also said that Rose, Zoe's girlfriend, meant to be part of the first lesbian ruling ever, was to die. Rose had escaped, claiming that Zoe was murdered and she knew who did it.

Later that night, people would find Sarah's head mounted on the wall, blood dripping and staining the bear skin rug. All Sarah's advisors were missing, later found in the woods impaled on trees. And Zoe, sitting in the throne, huge dark wings growing from her back, smirking.

"Hello, Addie."

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