In a faraway land, nestled within the heart of a kingdom, a grieving king cradle

In a faraway land, nestled within the heart of a kingdom, a grieving king cradled a newborn princess, her skin as pristine as freshly fallen snow, yet stained with the red hue of new life. His sorrow was etched upon his face, the lines of age deepening with each passing moment. The royal chamber was a testament to regal elegance, its walls adorned with intricately woven tapestries that depicted scenes of triumph and joy. Golden trinkets glimmered in the dim light, reflecting the faintesthint of opulence. In the somber background hung the portrait of the queen, her wide,