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When we arrived at the castle we went straight to our positions.
Mother – dressed in a long, black flowing gown - stood by the large, oak doors to the ballroom. There was a vial of poison hung around her neck. She was to slip it into the bottle of liquor that would be passed around the gentleman's room.
They would die congratulating one another on their conquests.
Our other sister stood below the giant face of the clock. She wore silver. Her skirts billowed out around her waist. It was to hide the knives that she had strapped to her legs. She would be using them on the only woman in his Kingdom administration; the woman who helped him tell his stories.
It would not be easy to kill the Fairy Godmother. But if anyone could do it, it was my other sister.
As for me – I was stood at the top of the stairs leading to the dancefloor. I wore blood red. My target was the Prince himself. A curse from a woman they'd labelled a witch crackled about my lips.
One kiss before Midnight and he would be dead.
The horror he had inflicted on our kingdom would be replaced by a new command.
