In the heaven's

Chapter forty-six

When Isadora opened her eyes, she was met with the blistering chill of her home. Surrounding her was piles upon piles of gold, precious jewels and to her left were five crowns, each embellished with pearls, diamonds and even a few sapphires. 

The walls were adorned with various paintings honoring members of the royal family. 

Isadora was in the royal vault beneath the castle, she realized. 

Quickly piecing what happened, she called out for the person that she assumed brought her here. "Angie!" She shouted, her voice echoing through the cold room. But she got no reply. Instead, she could faintly make out the sound of something shuffling around. 

Now curious, she slowly made her way over to the origin of the sound. When she was able to finally trace the origin, she was immediately met with the sight of her sister, Angelina, walking around, looking at more portraits hung up on the wall.

Since Isadora knew what Angelina looked like without the mask that covered her mouth, she decided not to wear it any longer. 

 Upon hearing her younger sister's footsteps, she acknowledged her presence without having to turn around. 

"Isadora, it's pleasure to see you again." 

Isadora managed a small smile as she examined the paintings that hung on the walls. "I don't think I recognize any of them." She noticed. The first one was a painting of an older couple. The woman wore a soft blue gown. The neckline was trimmed with tiny white gems. 

The man posed to her left wore a simple white shirt with a soft blue coat. There were missing buttons across the bottom of his coat, but that didn't seem to upset him much as he had a faint smile on his face.

The woman's curly hair was pinned into a low bun, her jet-black hair glistening under the lighting. The man's dark brown hair was slicked back with a single strand left to dangle at the center of his temple. 

"Our mother was born a commoner. She was the daughter of a stable hand named Lucian, and a seamstress named Josephine. Mom was born with nothing to her name except a white horse and a sapphire necklace that she carried with her everywhere." 

"But sadly, Grandma passed away when mom was still young, leaving her with a father who was away once the sun barely stretched the horizon and returned when the moon was high in the sky even as he grew older, and more health problems became apparent."

"So, when mom got older, she got a job as a seamstress in hopes that she was even half as good as her own mother, and thankfully, she was." 

She let out a short laugh. It was a surprising sound because in what would soon be a year of her knowing her sister, she'd hardly ever heard her laugh, the first time being when she met the Winx girls. 

"As her talent grew, word managed to reach the farthest reaches of the kingdom and eventually making its way to the royal palace on the lips of servants. And one day, she was called to the palace to fit Prince Alastor for a suit for an engagement." 

"There, she met our father for the very first time, and he always said that the connection was instant. But due to their significant difference in societal standing, they were never allowed to be seen together." 

"So, our father, being the man head over heels for our mother, showed his affection by sending her gifts. Precious jewels, herbs, dresses made from the finest silks, you name it, he sent it. And mom would always write him a letter, explaining how she was eternally grateful."