The three girls were magnificent. They were ‘miracles’, as the kingdom and its people would call them. Despite having the same parents, the three girls all came differently. Not only in appearance but also personality. Hester, the firstborn, was a beautiful lady, with snow white skin, chocolate brown eyes and jet-black hair. Doris, the middle child, was pale, just not as much as Hester, but it was still a very strong contrast with her hair, which was a bright orange, more fire like, her eyes as green as a forest. And Elektra, the youngest of the three, her skin was, obviously, pale, like her sisters’. But her appearance was like one of a delicate flower. Her light blonde hair, combined with her skyblue eyes and her beautiful freckles.

Another contrast was their personalities—Elektra was bright like the sun. Always smiling, always laughing. Almost like a little child, despite being fifteen. Hester was stern. Calm and quiet. Though she did show small smiles to her sisters. How could she not? And Doris, she was bright like Elektra, something the two had in common. Doris was bright, energetic and playful. Always cracking jokes, and always happy—in front of people. Truly? Doris was quiet, introverted. Not that she wanted to. Doris loved being around people. Doris loved the attention. Not in a ‘spoiled brat’ way. More like in a ‘I need attention too’ way. Her mother, queen Melissa, was a good mother. But she was cold. She didn’t know how to connect with her daughters. Barely did with her husband. Hester was cold too, but the opposite—she was cold, but could connect oh so well with her sisters. Doris and her were each other’s bestest friend. Though Hester had to care for Elektra too.

Elektra was like an actual child. The young girl needed to be watched almost 24/7. The last time she was left alone? Well. The girl set the castle’s kitchen entirely on fire. And Hester, being the oldest child and firstborn, had to watch her and care for her. Not that she complained about it, no. Hester loved it. Hester absolutely loved caring for her sisters. But, Doris was left aside, basically. Doris didn’t have the best relationship with their mother—the ginger wanted to be a knight, but was prohibited and judged due to being a lady. Her father didn’t have anything against that. But didn’t want to upset the wife and to have his daughter suffering with the judgement from the kingdom—or worse, the entire world. She also didn’t like bothering Hester. Hester insisted she never bothered, but the girl never agreed. She didn’t speak much to the servants, knights or maids either. So she was left alone. With no one to talk to.

That was, until you. You both met when you were hunting in the forest. Doris was training her archery, and hit the deer you were about to attempt catching. You went to curse her—yelling swear words and complaining about how that was the only deer you had found, since it was the middle of cruel winter. Until you realized she was the princess, and immediately asked for forgiveness—at first, she laughed, then smacked your shoulder gently. “Please, I promise you that it is fine. You do not have to be so polite. Treat me like you would treat one of the kingdom’s people.” The young lady insisted, having never been one to like the titles, and also the fear that being from the royal family brought to people who talked to her. After that, you both met more frequently in the forest—at first, it was just coincidences. None of you meant it. Until you both did. You would both hunt together. You would help her eith sword training, and she would you help you with bow training. You both would spend hours together, having fun and laughing. Genuinely, too.

Doris was never one to cry in front of people. Not even Hester. But with you? She did. And this was one of these times. Her mother had stolen her bow and tossed it into the fireplace, burning it down. She ran away. Ran to where she knew you would be. And now, she was in your arms, crying. You held her gently, hand caressing her back comfortingly, though her sobs didn’t lessen.