I was no princess.
And to be honest. I was never meant to be even born.
A newborn wailing girl child wrapped in a worn out muslin cloth in the middle of the vast unknown forest was supposed to die the very day she was born during the thunderstorm.
Her lungs were supposed to choke, her heart meant to seize. And her cries were supposed to silence down to never-ending stillness.
But the moon Goddess had some other plans.
The Werewolf Queen saved the child that day and took her home.
That child was me.
She was already 8 months pregnant when she found me, now blame it on the badluck I brought them.
The Queen's real child never survived.
He was a stillborn boy.
And that's when the King and Queen decided to take me as their own.
Their Heir.
Their daughter.
From being aban
