DISCLAIMER: This story is set in the medieval times, meaning there are terms that are a bit not understandable for this modern era, stick around for definitions of words/terms you may not understand. Also, the characters here speak normally like we do, for simplicity reasons.
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𝕴𝖙 was a darker night than usual, the sound of rain dropping on the floor was loud and clear. Drip, drop, drip, drop.
Under the roof of a small hut in the outskirts of the Kingdom, there was a sound of a small child crying, almost begging for help.
A noble knight heard the sound of the baby's cries, and rushed towards the sound hoping for it to be okay.
Although, what the knight found was far from okay.
Death. Death everywhere. The baby's parents laid dead with their eyes open, the knight found signs of them being infected with a deadly disease, but strangely, the baby was completely fine.
"It's a miracle!" The noble knight cried.
He carried the small child, and took it to the castle.
Once he arrived, the King and Queen looked at him in shock.
"You've found a child already?" Says the King, his royal accent clear as day.
"Yes, its parents and remaining family members were dead. I found signs of a deadly disease when I investigated the bodies. Strangely enough, the baby is completely fine."
"Very well, if it's healthy, then we shall adopt it."
The King and Queen walk to the witch's hut.
"We want you to tell us this child's birthdate." The King orders.
"Of course, what is her name?"
The King turns to the Queen, they hadn't decided a name for her.
"Rosatrix Marian Crelillia." The Queen answers.
"Alright then," the witch mixes a few ingredients in her cauldron.
"July 25th, of this year." She says.
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~𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯~
"Princess Rosatrix"
"Princess Rosatrix!" Rosa's governess, Callista calls out.
"Yes?" Answers Rosa, her voice tired.
"Why have you been spacing out lately?" Callista almost yells, but tries to keep her voice stern.
"Governess, what happens when the night meets the day?" Asks Rosa.
"It's called a sunrise or sunset, child. You can't spell it can you? Pick up your quill and write "sun..set"" Callista orders.
Rosa picks up her quill and spells out the word in her head. "Sun.. set" she thinks.
"Like this?" She holds up her piece of paper.
"Very good, child! Although there is no space between these two words. It's called a compound noun." Says Callista.
"Com..pond noun?"
"No, compound noun. You still have a lot to learn, child." Callista sighs.
"That's okay!" Rosa smiles. "Learning with you is fun!"
Callista immediately lost her cool, Rosa's words were causing her to warm up.
She sighs.
"Okay, let's continue with our lesson."
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~𝕬𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗~
