A/N- Blood shed is in this story near the end

Once upon a time in a kingdom, like every other kingdom, there was a king and a queen. This king was known for his pale green eyes what reminded people of a morning meadow, and the queen was known for her hair that resembled liquid gold.

They reined over their kingdom for seven long years, the queen giving four lovely children to the king. The first child was a boy, with hair as black at night and eyes as blue as the sky. The second child was a girl with hair as yellow as fresh straw and untouched crystal blue eyes. The third child was another girl with hair as dark as cassiterite and eyes just as pale as the underside of fresh leaves in Spring. The forth was their youngest girl with curly jet black hair and eyes just as green as her father's.

The king was disappointed on having only one son, but never seized to adore his daughters with beautiful jewelry, cloths, and education. While he loved each of his daughters, his son was growing older, as he attended his father on his annul Winter hunt and wielded his first dagger just a week ago; it wouldn't be long until he would be leaving the castle and the kingdom entirely to train at the finest academy in the realm. The king didn't want to be left alone surrounded by his daughters so he decided to try once more for a son before Winter even began- the queen was pregnant again for the fifth time as soon as her husband returned from his Winter hunt.

Nine months inched by and it was beginning of Fall, the queen's favorite season. The queen was one to enjoy the fresh, cool air, the king enjoyed going hunting much more as he always did at the start of a new season. Instead of bringing his son with him, he left him behind to become the man of the castle while he was away.

While the king was gone, the queen was ready to have her child any day. Her heart was singing in hopes for a son that could play with her eldest child and to please her husband. She would spend most of her time with her eldest, telling his stories of his father when he was young and how he was to have a newborn brother any day. Her son would sit on the floor and swing around the dagger he earned from his first hunting trip as she would sit at her vanity, talking to her reflection. The week the king was gone flew by, and when he arrived home a day late, he ran to his wife with many gifts.

The king showered his wife in furs, jewelry, and a boar's head, much like he usually done. As she examined all of her new gifts with a grin he had told her, he had one more surprise. The queen, curious, asked what it was with an excited grin. She was thinking it might be a new ring with the rarest jewel, or a fur coat of the bravest lion, but what he brought out was something she didn't want.

The king presented her a child. A baby boy with the palest green of all his sibling's eyes, and the darkest blood red for a color of hair. He was squirming, flustered as the king held him instead of his own mother. The king awaited the queen's response but she only gaped at the bastard her husband brought home. As a moment passed, the infant still squirming, the queen broke into tears from the betrayal. She wailed, covered in her furs and new jewelry, feeling the deepest sadness from within her heart. Days passed and she would not be able to be quieted down.

It was a week later did the queen stop crying, knowing she could no longer live in the anxiety of waiting for her child. If her baby was a boy, she could force the king to rid of the red haired beast he brought home. She locked the door to her chambers and sat on the bed in the empty room. She was quiet for a while, rubbing her plump stomach as she convinced herself what had to be done. She needed the baby to be a boy, and she couldn't wait any longer to find out- she couldn't look at that animal in her home any longer.

She stood and walked to the other side of the room, taking the dagger her son owned off of her vanity table; he always was forgot it in her room. She sat down at her vanity, taking a slow breathe before setting the edge of the dagger against her stomach. Her breath turned sharp, letting out a pained scream as she slit open her stomach open below her belly button, unable to even bite down on her lip to block out her wails of sudden indescribable pain. With another agonizing yell and sudden knocking on her door, blood gushing from her body and covering her dress, hands, and floor faster than expected. She reached into her open womb, her consciousness beginning to give out, and took hold of her child, who was screaming, surprisingly alive as her mother pulled the child out.

As the queen looked down at her child, her wails turned from pain to a rush of sadness. The baby screamed with all its might, wounded from the dagger her mother used to cut herself open with. The queen continued to cry, dropping the child onto the floor as her hands shook with fury, and soon dropping onto her side as well.

A girl, a girl, a girl! The queen thought to herself, disgusted of her own skin. She was going to present her husband another girl, and it was no wonder now why he brought home a bastard. With these thoughts screaming in her head and the entire kingdom attempting to break down her bedroom door, she closed her eyes. She lied next to her little newborn as she cried, her thoughts dancing away with her child's screams: A girl... a girl... a girl...