A flaming Fairy tale

The start.

Once apoun a time,

in a kingdom called Bethvam,

a little princess was born.

She was born on a thursday,at about midnight (There were no clocks in Bethvam,and time was rather vague).The Queen ordered her to be called Anitha,and the Royal Midwife declared that little Anitha was a strong baby of seven stones and eight pebbles weight.

"A very pretty girl your Majesty," she declared "Takes after you."
"Let me see her face." Ordered the Queen.
And so the Royal midwife handed her the sleeping child.Strangely,as soon as Anitha was handed to her mother,she began to cry.Not just meek sobs and tears I can tell you,big chesty wails,pudgy fists beating the air,bearing an expression much like a victim of constipation,or as most of us call it,a tantrum.The queen,who had never raised or birthed a child before,was baffled by the sheer noise Anitha was making.
"Quiet!" she bellowed.
But her daughter did not silence.She was a baby,and so,had no knowledge of hierarchy nor respect for elders.
The queen tried again,this time coaxing out a reaction from the baby,although,not the reaction she had intended for.
Anitha decided to pee on her mothers lap.
The queen was furious.Never once in her reign had someone,even a child,dared to disobey a direct royal order.And certainly,absolutely no one had ever urinated on her lap.
But before she could order someone to be executed out of her rage,she noticed something very alarming about her daughter.

Her hair was red.

Her eyes were red.

And her fist was on fire.

The scream that the queen emitted was of such great volume,the Cook claimed that all the glassware had shattered into pieces as a result.
The great and graceful Royal Queen Cinda (The third) of Bethvam,leapt from her bed in her flaming pajamas,shouting:
"FIRE! FIRE! THE KID'S A BLOODY WITCH AND I AM ON FIRE!"
She then proceeded to use a great number of foul words and obscenities,all of which are not in anyway suitable to be published.
Little Anitha sat on the bed,seemingly unharmed by the flames she was producing from her hands.She basked in the rare sight of a queen prancing and screaming curse words,while being tailed by a flabbergasted Midwife who was swinging around a jug of liquid (was it water?) to try and put out the flames.In fact,the sight was so amusing,Little Anitha began to laugh.Her hair and eyes cooled like dying embers to their original dark shade,and the fire from her hands extinguished.By this time,The Royal midwife had managed to slop some water on the Queen and put out the flames.Now the once dignified Queen stood in her night gown,sopping in suspicious liquid and on the verge of a mental breakdown,while her newborn baby laughed and giggled at her pain.

Needless to say,their relationship from that day on was rather rocky.