In a snowing courtyard, a woman was sitting next to a white rose bush.
"How I wish for a child to call mine. One with hair as dark as the night sky, skin pale as snow, lips red as a rose, and eyes as bright as a forest." She said before getting up.
Her hand brushed against the rose bush and one of the thorns cut in her arm. The blood turned a white rose into a deep red color.
"Honey, you need to be mindful of your health." A man came running out of a door, into the courtyard. "Come inside before you catch your death of a cold."
The woman was always ill and she wanted a child before she fades from life. Seven months later after her wish, she gave birth to two small boys. One had black hair with bright green eyes and the other had red hair with dark green eyes. She passed away shortly after giving the names of the two boys. Snow for the dark-haired one with snow pale skin and Basil for the redhead with the dark green eyes.
