Phettuchinee

Legend of the Glass Castle She hadn't asked to be born special. Fate and the stars had just conspired to make it happen that way. It was a unique kind of burden, being debilitatingly beautiful, as if she carried all of the world's elegance and ethereal loveliness upon her thin shoulders. But just because she was a gorgeous Princess didn't mean that she was perfect. Oh, no. Far from it. There had never been a more imperfect person. Aniese gazed upon her reflection in her mirror, caught in a fit of introspection. "Green or gold ribbons in your hair, lady?" Olayla's sweet voice floated from the far corner of the room, where the handmaiden sa