Internal V.1: Child of Discord (Internal, third draft)

Well met, twerps.

Name's Azalea Husniria, of fourteen name days. Princess, many call me to this gorgeous face, and 'jerk' behind the back. Peons' drivel.

My pursuits had been quite simple, some might say: havin' fun with my little bro Dastra at the expense of almost everyone else, no thanks to our viper of a mom, Lady Mirani.

One day Mom decided that 'fun time' was up. I, who would never have suffered to be made light of by anyone else, HAD in fact been toyed all along! I had been Mirani's 'dear girl' only for as long as I was inclined to take part in her foul schemes to undermine the same home that we had been sheltering in!

As things roll, 'tis now the turn of my kind but socially-inept little bro Das to be propped up as *the* model son like few others, as I had once been, while here I am, thrown off the spotlight down to the muck that the witch Mirani said I more than deserved.

Freak it. I WILL have my bro back, and that hag WILL go under!

Unless, somehow, Mom can reform herself. Fast.