Love or war

Prologue

Dear Donatello,
the last item you sent with my father's last resources was nice and well-built. I wish to ask for another invention, but I wish not to disturb you from your duties, as I am completely sure you have a lot of them. But if by chance you have time to make something to fly in? I wish to fly up in the sky and possibly see the stars more closely.
Princess Granet

The princess finished the letter she was making for the fourth Prince of the Hamato kingdom as though she had written with Donatello for some time, she would get this letter sent with one of the mutants that came from the Hamato so that the one she wished to receive it would.
The mutant that looked at her as she handed the letter to him would bow his head to respect her, but that did make Granet want to give him a pet on the head, while his fur was of a lion. As other little ones would be terrified of them, Granet was not at the latest as she would put on a smile, turning around to head back to the palace before her father would catch her, not being too happy at her roaming around the mutants.
Running in and to her mother's room, getting the item Donatello built for her as Granet gets to the bed where her mother laid down from being unwell the last few weeks. Granet would start to get her hand on the metal handle that would turn on the side of the wooden box as once she was done turning it to let it go and play a little music, getting it on her mother's nightstand.
“Mother, I have brought you something that might help ease your pain a little.” Granet whispered to her mother, looking worried at her while she looked fragile and weak, but she would get her hand over to her mother's hair, brushing it back a little so she could see her face as she has always seen her mother as beautiful regardless of her condition. Getting in bed with her, Granet would cuddle a little close but not too close so she would not feel any discomfort while she would close her eyes listening to her mother's breathing as well the music that box was making while it would slowly drift her to sleep beside her mother's side.

Waking up from the big bed, Granet would sit up slowly as she yawned while rubbing an eye hearing the music wooden box stop so she would then look to the other side of the bed. “Mother, you should wake up to eat something.”
Her mother said no words as Granet would turn her whole body over to see her mother's chest not moving as that got her to breast fast and yelled out in almost a scream. “Mother! No Mother! No!”
Grabbing her mother's clothing she would try to shale her awake but nothing was working while then a few guards came in seeing this as one went to grab Granet and the other rushing to get the King. “No! Let me go! Mother!”
It did not take long before the King arrived in the room rushing over to his Queen while looking at her but more so Granet watched at them while she was still trying to get free from the guard with tears falling down her cheeks looking at how much her Father too was in pain. But her Father then came and got her in his arms, making her cry out loud wrapping her arms around his neck while he would rub her back holding her tightly to him. “She is in a more peaceful place, Granet.”
“I want her here. With me…” She tells her father while feeling him giving her a comforting kiss on her wet cheeks. “I know my dear, I want her back here too. But she is in a better place, so let's honor her by letting her go with no worries. Okay?”
Taking a little to respond, she sniffed a few times and then looked at her father and nodded her head. “Okay.”
They then walked out as he would make the preparations for the Queen's funeral as well her older two sisters Scarlet and Kathrine, while they were in their mid-teenage they were comforting each other with Granet of their Mother's death.
Once the preparations were done, they would get dressed in all black as well as their father, the King, while he stood there making a speech for everyone around guards, maidens, as well villagers. “The Queen… You were my most loyal companion and a dear friend. She was strong and very high-spirited that she got all of us to love and respect her not by force but by understanding. So today we bid her a final farewell and pray that she is finely at peace from the pain and suffering she has endured these weeks. We will miss you and I will surely be lost without you, Rosaline.”
The King grabbed a touch as the queen rested in a stack of hay while a white cloth was covering her body. But before the King could light it, Granet rushed in while she quickly got some flowers from her mother, placing them beside her on the white cloth as she knew her mother would have loved to receive them as they were her favored flowers. “Bye Mother.”
The King grabbed her hand to hold it tightly to hers as he would get her easy from the hay gently, then looked at his lovely Queen and set the touch to the hay. Watching the fire burn the hay as the King picked Granet up to hold her while she cried in silence, hearing the crackling of the fire burning everything there.
Hearing humming, she opened her eyes and looked to where she thought she saw a man standing there wearing a black cloak with a hood covering the person's face while she had never seen this person before, but she felt something different with that person as it stood for only a few moments as it would then turn and walk into the shadows.