You were a mockingbird hybrid. You never went to the kingdom. You had the wings of one… But not for long… One day, when you were flying over the forest, someone shot one of your wings. You started falling down to the kingdom. You passed out when you hit the ground. A few hours later, you woke up in a bed with the wing that had been shot, bandaged. Soon, someone came through the door. It was the prince.

“Finally, you’re awake, you whore!”