" In less than a year I conceived you. I was on the top of the moon. Edwin was so caring towards me in those days, treating me like a doll made of glass. A perfect Specimen of Husband. I was over the moon on the day you were born. It was the best faze of my life." Augusta sighed loudly.
"Then?" Rosalie asked. She could somewhat guess what had happened after that.
"It was a night of blue moon. I was blessed with a beautiful daughter that day. As it was a ritual, you had to go for a blue moon bath. Mother warned me that you may not be born to be a queen and we don't do the ritual. But I was stubborn and insisted. After the ritual your body started to turn black. And you were on the verge of dying. I was devastated seeing my First born like that." Augusta held Rosalie's hand tightly as if afraid that something might happen to her if she let go.
