There was a reason the angels only wore gold.

White being the colour of purity was a mortal concept. The angels wear gold like the colour of their ruler’s crown. They wear a light blue to symbolise knowledge. A light yellow to symbolise joy. A light green to symbolise growth.

White, however, was the colour of true evil. The colour of bones. The colour of one’s face turns when they lie. The colour of that lie. The colour of the eyes that see evil and turn away. The colour of a spirit’s skin.

White was feared in both Celestial Kingdoms. Both Black and Gold.

There had only been one other Whiteborne child in the Royal family lineage. A title not given by the colour of one’s skin, but the colour of the wings. The colour of their curving horns.

And the last one was bad news for the mortal realm.

Yet, the court seems to think that she is innocent. ‘A gift from the Stars.’ I am starting to believe that they have spent too much time with mortals, too caught up in their white-hued ideologies.

They dote on her, and I do not know why.

I don’t know why she pretends to be innocent. I do not know why she curls up on the floor and sleeps during court meetings. I do not know why she has such wide eyes. I do not know too many things about her.

And such a simple fact scares me.

Stars above, it scares me to no end.

I was raised in torture. I bathed in the blood of enemies to the throne, and yet a simple girl is the thing that scares me.

I do not know what is wrong with me.

The Princess has once again curled up in a sunspot. I’m starting to believe that her wings do not retain enough heat from the sunlight to stay warm in the colder months.

Her brother, Azrael, sits in his throne, smaller beside the king’s hulking one, but still impressive nonetheless. She does not have a throne yet. She will get it when she comes of age.

I do not envy her, nor her future. I do not know of the power she possesses, and I do not know if it will be good for the kingdom.

Worse—I feel it may ruin me, too.