Layton Paige Hawthorne. The sixteen year old daughter of King Broderick and Queen Caterina. If you were to set her next to her older sister you'd instantly pick out which one was the bearer of family beauty. Or at least, that's what Layton thought. Even though many men asked for her hand in marriage and many townspeople called her beatiful, she still wouldn't except it. She knew, that compared to her sister, Nina, she was nothing but a spec of dirt on the heel of her sister's shoe.
However, Layton didn't care what everyone thought about her. Whether it be good or bad. She hated living the royal life and wished that she could run, jump, and play around like a normal person. Sadly though, the only time she could do that was when she snuck out of the kingdom and actually could talk with her unhuman friends.
So, now we find Layton, mindlessly drawing at her desk, a small candle illumanating the paper before her. "Layton. Really darling, get to bed. Your father's having a dinner party tomorrow and you know what happens when you lack sleep." Layton's mother ran her fingers through her daughters dark hair lovingly. Ah yes. Another party where her father would try to get Layton and her sister to like some man from a far away kingdom and eventually get married. How Layton wished to be whisked away from it all. She knew she'd never meet 'the one'. Especially with her sister around. All Nina did was seduce a hot guy into having sex with her and the next day claim that she was raped.
"Okay mother," Layton sighed, "I'll head off as soon as I finish this darned candle." Layton licked her lips in concentration while she worked on the shading.
"That's my girl. Goodnight," with that her mother pecked her on the cheek and walked back out of her room, shutting the door back.
Once Layton had finished the drawing she blew the candle out and climbed into bed, unaware of the eyes that peered at her every move.
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