"I’m sorry" Said the Healer sadly, "But I’m afraid that you’ll never have children." The couple sadly walked away, the Queen crying bitterly.

Queen Rya was embroidering by a window that Winter and her finger was pricked by the needle, "Ouch" she thought, as she sucked on her poor finger. But the as blood dripped on the snow she prayed dearly for a daughter with lips as red as blood, hair as black as ebony and skin white as snow.

Once upon a time, there was a princess.
I don’t remember her name, exactly, but it was something regal and beautiful and befitting a lovely maiden. Probably it was Cecilia or Relia or something that ends in a.
This princess had hair of sunshine, a face that seemed carved from ivory, eyes green as the sea, and features so delicate and lovely they almost looked plastic. Her smile was dazzling. She was tall, graceful, well-mannered, virtuous, smart, and wore gorgeous dresses (usually of gold and green; they matched her hair and eyes the best).