Alpha King’s Prized Mare

6:00am comes so early for the Kingdom. The King and Queen have awoken to the sound of a child. They had no children of their own, and the staff didn't live inside the castle. So what or who was crying in their castle? The Queen jumped out of bed and threw on a robe, and some slippers. Then she grabbed a silk cloth to wrap around her head to tie back her long, curly black hair. She hurried out the bedroom corridors and down the halls following the sound of a small crying infant. She approached a basket with beautiful pink silk and black cotton sheets that snuggled around a beautiful baby girl. As she looked at the child, she realized she wasn't of this realm. She wasn't human. Her hair was the blondest she had ever seen, almost a silver tint to it. And her eyes, you could get lost in eyes like these. They were the lightest of light blue, and once again a tint of silver beaming and sparkling as they looked straight at the Queen. “Anna, your name is Anna” The Queen speaks as she runs her hands over one of the blankets. “I don't know who brought you here, or why. But I have prayed to the Gods for a child, and here you lay before me.” The Queen picks up the basket and notices a small bag left on the ground, it was hidden under the basket. She picks it up and heads back to the bedroom to tell the King that their dream had finally come true. They were Parents. Over the next 17 years that morning was rarely spoken of. But the Queen had ordered all staff of the castle to never speak of it again. Especially around the Princess. They would tell her on her 18th Birthday about how she came to be the King and Queen's daughter. Anna was walking around the halls of the castle when a strange feeling came over her, she was faint, weakened by whatever this was. She called out to the staff as they were just up the corridor from her. Everything went black, the Princess had fainted. The largest of the staff members nearby came over and picked her up gently, carrying her to her room and He gently laid her on the bed. The King and Queen came rushing in to be at her side. This has never happened before and her 18th birthday was just a few days away... Princess Anna ended up sleeping until the next morning, and when she finally had awoken there were many questions to be answered. She called for the Dream Weaver, maybe she could answer what this strange dream was about. Meanwhile the Queen was wondering when would be a good time to show her the letter from the bag left with her all those years ago. The letter from the Alpha King. Her father. Its seems that there was much war in the magical realm and he had cloaked his youngest daughter and had her brought to the King and Queen. To save her life. She was so small and frail. Her mother died in childbirth and there was no other choice but to hide away his youngest daughter until she was of age and could return home. If she wished. But it was asked that she wasn't told until her 18th birthday. So that she wouldn't try to come home. Not before she could protect herself with full strength of what she was.. a white wolf with magical powers more powerful than even him. The Alpha King. Anna had dreamed of wolves, but not normal wolves. They were twice the size, twice the strength. And one was beautiful. She was black and silver with eyes much like hers. And she saw a black wolf, the darkest black ever to be imagined. He had the deepest of crimson red eyes she had ever seen before. She was fearful of this wolf. But the first wolf. She felt love for. Like a mother's bond to a child. She couldn't understand. She was human. Why does she dream of mythical creatures? Surely they don't exist and this is just a weird dream she was having. But the parts she couldn't shake, was standing next to them, the two smaller wolves. One with white and silver fur, and the other wolf was black with silver fur. Like the mother, but with red eyes like the black wolf. Most importantly, was the wolf who had the same fur color as the color of her hair. They had the same color eyes as well... The wolf was familiar, like they met before. Like they were the same person.... She was that wolf. The wolf was her.. but how?! The Dream Weaver enters the room smiling at Anna and says “Why must you call me when you seem to find your own answers.. but with this dream, you must talk to your mother. Queen Amyri. She will be none to happy if I continue this conversation.” Then ending with a stern look on her face, she turns and exits just as quickly as she entered.