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Midevile

Once upon a time. There was a kingdom with. Two princess. The king and queen gave all of their attention to their eldest daughter, for she was far more fair than her little sister. The eldest secretly tortured her sister in fear of her outshining what the first princess already had. Even had her sister's flower secretly defiled. Eventually, the day came when a near by prince would marry the fairest daughter. And on this day, the younger princess' life would change forever.

Becky stood in front of her large room mirror, messing with the top of her dress so her bust would show better.

Clone was repairing that vail so that it it would be ready in a few minutes for when Becky would walk down the isle.

"You better not have messed it up, Clone! Tonight must be PERFECT!" Becky growled at her, snatching the veil to look at it.

It was stitched to perfection. Well, almost perfection. One of the ends was a bit frayed. But that was because Clone didn't stitch it up yet.

Clone cowered slightly. "S-Sorry." She cringed. She stuttered again.

"Tch, useless b***h...." Becky muttered, tossing it over to her as she went for the door.

Clone finished it up, her hands shaking. One more day. She just had one more day and then Becky would be out. She couldn't keep her excitement contained.

But Becky seemed to have other plans as she walked down the hall to find the King and Queen, their parents.

The king was having a small argument with the queen about the difference between a salad fork and an appetizer fork.

Becky walked over with tears in her eyes and sniffling.

The king turned to her "what's wrong honey?" He asked dropping everything.

"-sniff- -sniff- C-Clone ruined my veil! She didn't make it correctly!!!" She cried, covering her face with her hands, makeup getting ruined.

The queen wiped her daughters face with a handkerchief "Don't worry, we'll make sure that the necessary actions are taken."

The king went down and grabbed Clone by her arm and put her in her room for the night, without supper.

Her room was not the best. It used to be a dungeon in the highest part of the castle. The bed was old and dusty, the floor was creaky, and every night when the wind blowed the tower seemed to groan and moan.

She shook. What did she do this time? She didn't eat this? Was she a bad girl? Clone hugged herself.

The king came back and helped the queen calm down their daughter and get her ready for her wedding.

Becky smirked inside as her parents tending to, leaving Clone alone and in that horrid room.

The tower was at the vary edge of the forest. Standing like a tall eerie beacon to all.

Maybe to all but one.

The castle was loud everywhere except that one tower's room. Sweet fragrance always left the window.

Later that evening as the wedding proceeded, Clone was locked up in her room, not allowed to leave or eat dinner.

She just sat on the window sill and looked out at the celebrations. Looking like a ghostly white figure.

But as she looked out, an odd figure stood out. A figure in all black, wearing a black messy and worn cloak along with a mostly blue masquerade mask that covered their whole face, staring up at the window.

Oddly enough, nobody seemed to pay attention to them.

She stared back, her wavy white hair coming undone and browning in the wind like a phantom. Did he see her? She was at least 7 stories up. She got up and left the window.