The blanket felt like clouds on top of her fingertips.

“She’s gonna be an angel when she’s older.” The queens mother speaks, folding the new baby clothes.

“Ah, thank you…” Your sweet mother replied. You chirped in your crib, babbling as you played with a toy. Your mother was a concubine. Specifically one to make extra children. Thus came you. You weren’t her first not her last but something felt special about you. Even the snobbiness of the queens mother was dulled by you…

Due to this feeling despite the fact concubines have no reason to be close to the king or queen your mother was. Though she had a hard time not being awkward…

Years later~ older and more mature yet still, a special girl in everyone’s eyes…