ARYA’S POV
Ever since I was a kid, I had known something at the back of my hand. I was the favorite kid. My mother adored me. My father worshiped me. There was nothing I asked for that I wasn’t given. The world, they would go up and pluck it down for me. The moon, my father would pay anyone to get it for me.
I had the best dresses, the best gowns, the best tops. I ate the best foods. My favorites were displayed every now and then like I was an only child. I was dotted upon, loved and cared for. The only issue I faced like a thorn that I could not get away from was my red haired, red eyed sister, one that I despised with my whole being.
We were twins, we shared the same womb, shared the same birthday date, but at least we didn’t share the same features. While I was pretty like the sea a
