The King’s midnight hair turned to streaks of gray while Catherine of the Wood’s mane remained so dark it was a shade of blue. From the union came three little beings, ungodly in appearance, but at the touch of their beautiful sister – I mean half sister dear reader, they were three little princes, fit for rule. Lady Jocelyn and Lady Edwina remained set pieces of the castle, hovering through its halls, hoping to catch the eye of their one King. Those bodies remained so beautiful, since the fateful tap of Cassiopeia’s hand. Cassiopeia, even more elegant and fair, moved through the halls with such grace, she floated. Her eyes were sweet, her lips a perfect shade of pink, and her smile made the stars bright enough to guide any lost poor soul through the ever engulfing dark night. Trolls remained Trolls, cast away in The Wood, mushrooms still sprouted, stumps needed to be evergreens, and everywhere the kingdom needed a fix, Cassiopeia was there to give her touch. And so the kingdom continued to gather at the castle, hoping she could turn an apple out of an eye sore.
Cassiopeia’s beauty was no match for the princess’s heart and mind. She could make an entire world from a tear, turn a word into a novel and make even the most unassuming smile. And her stepmother would smile at this pureness of heart, but roll her eyes behind the princess’s back.
To the kingdom, the princess could grant them a perfect shape, and to her Castle, she could keep the image of perfect royalty. But Cassiopeia remained stowed away, only fit for a fixer upper, seeing the delight of toads, trolls and stumps.