In a peaceful kingdom, there was a peaceful castle with a peaceful royal family. However, the royal queen was not at peace in the castle. She was happy living with the king and their twelve little sons. Sadly, she craved a daughter to dress up and love.
"My darling love, if you stare any longer at the flowers, they might wilt from your burning gaze." King Alistair said as he walked up to Queen Amelia.
She was working with the roses in the royal garden. She had jet-black hair while her husband was as blond as the sun.
"I do not mean to stare, I was just thinking." She was fixing the new white roses that were almost ready to bloom. "I love all of my sons but I wish that I could have a daughter as beautiful as these roses. I would spoil her in ways that I cannot with our boys."
Alistair took both of her hands together into his hands. He had a look of true love and sorrow in his face.
