Once upon a time, a long time ago, in a palace far away, lived a beautiful princess. That’s how it’s supposed to go anyway. But instead the crown sat on another’s head. Someone a lot less beautiful in Sarah’s opinion. People like that did not deserve to be princesses. Sarah did though. And Sarah believed those like Aurora deserved to die instead. That was to be kept a secret of course. Sarah couldn’t go telling randos her plan of revenge. Not against Aurora, she supposed, but Aurora had to die anyway. Fate was the one who did this to her, so it deserved to be twisted until it fit her frame like the dress she was wearing. And let me tell you, the dress was tight. All of this ran through her mind as she listened to her younger sister complain about the common problems of life. Sarah didn’t complain. She waited patiently for the time to come when she would murder her cousin. She would murder the daughter of the king, so that she could sit on her rightful throne.