Once upon a Queen

I love you Amara; I always will and not even the heavens or Earth will change that. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The castle was abuzz with excitement, the kingdoms heavily pregnant Queen was in labour. The wait wasn't over but yet decorations were being hung and the celebrations planned. The Queen herself was in a rather good state. She could endure the pain of childbirth because she knew what was waiting on the other side. The prophets had predicted this very moment she knew her child was destined for greatness and felt immense pride knowing she had been trusted to take care of a goddesses daughter. Of course this also meant the child couldn't be sheltered from the reality of life like she would have chosen herself. For the world was a cruel place full of evil and darkness. The best way to protect her was by ensuring she was ready for her task. The task wouldn't be easy but the world needed to be saved. Staring down at her child it was difficult to believe that this small, fragile baby was the answer. The prophecies told the story of a girl donning locks of gold that matched the crown she wore. Her beauty would be entrancing with cheeks forever blushed pink and eyes that captured the beauty of meadows she would be a gentle ruler but with a strength never before seen in the Kings of our past. The strength to unite the world. And here she was, everything they said she would be and more.