Zelena

Sunlight streamed through my windows and I was bathed in its warmth. The little birdies sang a merry tune and kindly asked me to open my eyes so I wouldn’t miss out on this perfect day. Today I was to be married to the kind and noble King Robin Hood of Sherwood Forrest. I knew Robin and I would be equally pleased with each other and the setting couldn’t be more perfect. My wedding dress was made of silk and had a white tulle material over it. In the tulle material were tiny little pearls. My sleeves were elbow length and the edges had little pearls stitched into them. My veil was a layer upon layers of Belgian lace with even more little pearls. My favorite part of my wedding attire was my glass slippers. My perfect little glass slippers to make the wedding even more magnificent and on top of it all I was at last allowed to wear Mother’s diamond tiara upon my copper curls.

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10. Memory of Regina

When the time came for Robin and Regina to marry, I didn’t go to her room and help her get ready. I stood in my chambers and got ready myself. Emerald Rose would soon be brought in to me and we would go down to the ceremony together. I was to be Regina’s matron of honor and the guest of honor because I was queen. My maids removed my sapphire sleeping gown and helped me step into my red and white ball gown. The gown had red and white layers with pink layers in between. It was made of satin with a silk mixture to add comfort. Underneath I wore a petticoat made out of wire and cotton. I was happy to live in a life full of simple dresses that you wore nothing under and dresses that required miles of fabric to keep it up. My copper curls were pulled back into an elegant chignon and my towering foot tall black diamond and white gold crown was pinned to my head.  I loved my black and white crown because it held a sense of inner peace, right and wrong, good and evil, black and white. I could still remember the day I was gifted with this elegant crown.

It was my eighth birthday and Regina was six at the time.  She was two weeks away from her seventh birthday and all she cared about was how her birthday was coming up. Never mind the fact that it was my eighth birthday, she didn’t care a single bit about how it was MY birthday. She woke me up early that morning with a little merry tune. Goodness that girl can sing like the birds. I love my sister don’t get me wrong but over the years we’ve grown so far apart.

“Happy Birthday to You,

Happy Birthday to You,

Happy birthday dear Big Sis,

Happy Birthday to you.”

Later that evening at my birthday ball Regina sang a song to me that she had composed and I was crying. An eight year old crying over her sister’s song at her birthday and I can still hear the song ring in my ears when I feel down or upset. The song she wrote was the song that I was planning to sing when she and Robin walked down the aisle. Maybe her marrying my husband and becoming his wife like me wouldn’t be so bad after all even though it was polygamy. I was given the crown by Regina and she placed it on my head and helped me stand. Later we sat and danced and danced and danced. I think that was the last time we shared more than a few happy moments in each other’s company. I hoped that her marrying Robin would change her outlook on life like it had changed mine. 

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