An extraordinary chapter to celebrate the birthday of Anaivere, and her sisters in the canonical trio, as well as the Author's; also to honour the non-canonical sisters.
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25 May 1200... Nottingham...
"Your Highness, why don't you stop adventuring around in Sherwood Forest and find a betrothed to have a peaceful life?"
Just as usual, Lady Walther complained so when she saw the Crown Princess, again, grabbed her adoring longbow and arrows and mounted on the horse, preparing for another day which no one knew what the princess would do in the Forest. Despite this day was her birthday.
"Why shall I find a betrothed to chain myself inside four cold stone walls of the castle? No. I would rather be a free deceased than be a chained married"
Lady Walther always dissuaded Anaivere from those unusual passions of hers, but seemingly her words barely worked. When the Crown Princess was about to leave, a voice whose owner wasn't any one in the castle.
"Stop there, Anaivere. Could you just stay for one day, or to be specific, to-day?"
It somewhat sounded like Anaivere's, which confused both the Crown Princess and her lady-in-waiting. The voice wasn't belonged to Anaivere herself, neither Lady Walther's nor any of the maids. The voice was just like, it came all of a sudden and out of thin air. No, not exactly. The voice led both of the eyes to the top of the nearest wall, where a young girl of Anaivere's age was sitting and smiling innocently at them.
"A trespasser! Guards!", Lady Walther yelled out loud instinctively.
"No need to be noisy", the girl said, "Happy birthday, my dear Anaivere Renata Plantagenet, queen-to-be of England"
Anaivere forgot all of her intention of going outside. She dismounted and dropped her longbow unconsciously in surprise.
"How come thou know my name?"
"I created you", she just simply replied.
"Thou are not God, nor my mother!"
"Technically, I am not. But...", she smirked, "literally, I am"
The strange girl said connotatively. She stopped for a while, glancing over the two people who was frozen over in utter confusion. Again, she smiled in an innocent manner, repeated:
"I created you"
Lady Walther tried to persuade her mistress to go inside as she felt something fishy about this strange girl. Despise the disrespectful suspicion, she just calmly smiled yet strictly ordered not to make a scene.
"This is not a lie you said, no?", addled Anaivere.
"Absolutely not. Your name I gave, even your crown"
"If you are not God, then who are you whom I was created by?"
"The Author", she said, "The one who has born you, and this world... literally. You may call me the God, your mother, your sister, the Almighty,... or so"
With a whip of the Author's fingers, the surrounding vanished, the castle, the trees, Anaivere's horse, and even the lady-in-waiting! Only Anaivere and the girl whom known as the Author didn't vanish into thin air, despite the scene around them turned blank. Just as they were surrounded by four completely white walls. It ain't sorcery, it was literary.
"I invite you to a feast of ours, my dear"
The Author said. A door suddenly appeared behind her after she finished speaking, then opened by itself. Anaivere felt insecure and slightly shivered. Inside her mind, she was completely panicked; however she concealed it and thought: "What on earth was going on in front of my eyes?"
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