When Anastasia awoke , a pain shot through her body , thinking she had been stabbed , she yelled, "CHARLES, HELP!".
"What is it my dear?" Charles asked with clear confusion , he looked down at his queens lower stomach, "oh dear , is the baby here already!" Charles chuckled but it made no impression on Anastasia , he got out of bed and put on his robe , a few minutes later , the nurse barged in expecting everything to be set up and ready for the baby's birth .
After lots of painful screams and joyful tears , a sweet , beautiful baby girl was birthed , having sleep was no option now. "Astrid will be her name , she will live a wonderful life indeed" The king said causing the nurse to go silent , her constant bickering on how to hold a child was no longer sounded . The child would not live in peace , but none of them knew that .
Word got out that a baby was born into the royal family , the witch knew that the child would bring hell down , but she didn't dare tell a soul , it would get her killed , saving the world wasn't important , living a life with peace was no option , that child must be contained , with power stronger than its own , it was the only choice if they wanted to live .
It wasn't long now that the baby turned 1 , then 5 , then 10 , time flew by faster everyday . Astrid was becoming more of a threat to the world than any of them knew , not knowing her power or its triggers , put them more at risk .
On Mondays , the child would run with the birds in the patches of yellow dandelions, and smelled the nicest smelling roses in all of the land , the days that followed , well, they were always untold . But every story has a tale , Astrid's were just beginning .
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the queen
Short StoryAnastasia gave birth to a beautiful baby girl , growing up the child seemed to love the colour black and the sights of the poured blood . Anastasia was never to know what she had birthed . The kingdom was in danger .
