Ursula [A Poor Unfortunate Soul]

07. The Crown

In Poseidon's honor the religious leaders prompted the servants to make a statue of the late king.

Somehow in the midst of all this, that little 'Red' Triton was next in line for the throne. "But he's just a child!" Ursula exclaimed to the religious leader, who announced the change.

Though of course, Red nobly accepted. Morgana was too pre-occupied with mourning their mother to care. Ursula left her to her mourns in the church.

Ursula attempted protesting to Red over the crown, but every time she tried, he met her with more nobility.

He really was suited for the crown, Ursula saw, but she didn't want her baby step-brother to have to take on a whole kingdom, at just 14.

Athena was of course thrilled about the news. Her tail wiggling, her eyes wide.

She looked drunk, Ursula thought to her self. Drunk with power? Perhaps.

She would become queen, if Red had his way. Which only made sense that he would.

Who else would be queen? Little Morgana? What a laugh! She's but 10, she'd crack under the pressure.

Athena was right for the role. She had everything a queen needed. Beautiful hair, shimmery tail, previous royal status.

She had once been a princess in the Never-land sea. Or was it Wonderland? Ursula never could remember.

Later that evening, Ursula sat at her vanity, comparing her looks to that of a queen's.

Though ill conceived, it provided distraction, from other problems.

Athena had long red hair, where Ursula had a bold black. Light blue-green scales, where Ursula had purple. A composure that demanded royal status. Where Ursula was admittedly impulsive. 

The soon to be queen had smoother skin, as well as a slimmer waistline. "So, I like to eat". She said to herself.

But Ursula had one thing Athena didn't. A human.