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"You, Your Majesty, is the fairest of them all."
These are the words that add onto Queen Blair's happiness. She knows she's the fairest of them all, the smartest of them all and has like fifty different boyfriends. She was simply the best, not even the best woman in the land but simply the best ever. The B in Blair stands for best. Every day she would ask her mirror, multiple times a day, the same exact question, and received the same answer each and every time. Normally people hate repetition, but this kind fed her ego.
Until one day...
"There is someone among the lands that roam around far fairer than you, Your Majesty."
Blair refuses to believe these words... "Excuse you? Are you broken?" The face in the mirror gives the Queen a judgemental stare, "Uhm, excuse you. How dare you assume I'm wrong." Blair stands there, staring at herself through the reflection of a window, as her mirror was too busy checking himself out. She takes a look at herself, she has to be the fairest.
"Mirror mirror on the wall..." She grumbles, "Who's the fairest of them all?" The figure in the mirror let's out a disgusted scoff, "Do you not listen?? There is someone among the lands that roam around far fairer than-" Before he can finish, Blair snaps at him and tells him to shut up. This is the first time she has ever heard this, for years and years she has been told that she was the fairest, but what is going on?
"This is some cruel joke."
"Yes, because I'm clearly laughing, haha." Well then, sarcasm isn't exactly appropriate at this moment. Who could even be far more superior than Queen Blair? She turns back to her mirror, surprisingly not ready to recite the same ritual again.
"Mirror mirror... Who... who dares to be fairer than I?" Finally a question that the mirror has never heard of in his life. The reflection of the figure inside slowly disappears and ripples into a small village as if it were playing a movie. Blair takes a closer look and sees a little girl, who seems familiar. "You see this little one?" Mirror begins, "She moved to this village when she was around nine, apparently her parents both died and she was adopted into a family that lives here."
"How do you know this?" Blair has to pause her mirror for a second, oh come one you would too.
"When you're locked up in the mirror you really have nothing to do than to analyze every single person that lives in this land." Fair enough. Anyways, "So this girl is very liked by her village, but as she grew older more and more people started to like her because she was friendly and beautiful. But I guess now she's reached peak beauty because girl you have competition." With a heavy emphasis on the word competition.
