Even teen evil queens need love. Right? (Or at least a handsome sword-fighting minion to do their bidding!)
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Bad things happen when Rowen is around and the worst part is, she has no idea why until a massive family secret sends her on a fantastica...
"If you're lucky, you'll never make history."—Rowen Keckilpenny-Brown
"If you're lucky, you can rewrite history and give it a better ending."—Blade, the Best Swordsman of all Time According to Verified Historical Text
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OK, guys, we have to have 'the talk.'
You think you know how it works?
Probably someone told you a version of this story—a mommy and a daddy love each other very much and share a special cuddle. Then nine months later, the stork delivers a baby to your front door. Does the stork also include a starter pack of diapers and a user's guide? Nope. That's your problem, not the stork's. The stork just goes back to its habitat and snacks on small prey whilst wondering how it got stuck with the whole human baby narrative, to begin with.
Well, in my case, we throw that 'where do babies come from?' fairy tale out the window. Because what I learned in three minutes of paging through the Heir Creation files was that I WAS NOT EVEN BORN.
I was made.
In a cauldron-like an under-seasoned Hansel and Gretel stew.
So, here's my origin story: Once upon a time, an evil queen was sick of her job, so she asked the head of magical inventory to provide her with the ingredients to cook up an heir. (Please note that love, storks, and special cuddles were not involved.)
Now I shall provide you the evidence—the back and forth of requisition forms for my "birth" between "mom" and the Head of Magical Inventory, a Calvin E. Dalb:
