The day was gorgeous and yet questionably redundant; the same guards gossiping about what they saw happening in the palace the other day; the same courtiers fighting over who is dearest to the king; the same palace dancers radiating pride as they are rewarded for their wonderful dancing talents. Everything was, in fact, remarkably redundant, except for one thing- the heir to the throne will be born on this very exquisite (all said just now certainly wasn’t accurate...) day.

The townspeople were murmuring to themselves, house to house, person to person, “The king anticipates a boy for a man should rule...but should it turn out to be a girl--we shan’t think of such monstrosities! The king needs a boy, and if he has a girl- a girl can’t be heir to the throne...it just isn’t done.”  “But even so, hopefully, she or he will be better than our current king.”

“But who heeded such illusional beliefs? No one. So why should we fret?”, they thought. And with that, they started the ceremonies. 

The whole town was covered in blue, everything an elegant, brilliant, lavish blue. Blue as in the rushing water, blue as in the sky before and after the sun rises and sets, blue as in the second to the last color in the rainbow, and blue as in the color of the flag of the kingdom itself

 To a passerby, it would be equivalent to a ludicrous festival, but it was the most auspicious day of the lives of the townspeople. The heir to the throne would be born, and a new hope of having a more desirable ruler too. 

Commotion swirled, encompassing the townspeople, “Would the heir to the throne be kind?” “Will the heir to the throne be a noble king?” “And, what will the heir to the throne look like?”

Their answers need not wait, which seemed to be the response from divinity, as the time had come.

The king sat on his throne by his wife’s room as he anxiously twiddled his thumbs. Oh, how he so cherished thrones. He had a throne in each room, for everything, and for every circumstance. He loved the texture of the sinister drawings of the lifeless on his black Snitches-court throne. He adored the velvety feel of his bed throne (even a bed?) It was quite a weird habit of his. However, the feeling of power and control that accompanied the throne was better than anything. In conclusion, no other worldly good can surpass a powerful throne.

The king’s head was racing with thoughts. In his mind, he imagined scenarios, followed by concerns, and then a mixture of wonder and dread. The future of the kingdom depended on the birth of one child. He was just pondering of a name for the baby when he heard a tremendous wail. The king bolted from the comfort of his throne. He recognized the sound. The wail of an infant.  

The king rushed to the door — the very room where the newborn baby was waiting — opened it, and ran inside. There, in the arms of the nanny, was a baby. The baby was extremely attractive...if those standards were to be given to such a beautiful child.

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The baby, upon first sight, had long eyelashes, glittering eyes, a brilliant smile (despite its wailing just before), and most importantly, the appearance fit for a king.

The king’s heart swelled with happiness just at the sight of the baby. The king picked up the baby in his arms and was just about to kiss it-- when the nurse said something that was about to change everything. “Congratulations, Your Excellency!” she said. “You have a baby girl! May both your lives fill wi-” 

But the nurse didn’t finish, for her head had been separated from her body right there, on the spot. And that was all that needed to be said, as the rest of the description could not be put into simple words. In one swift motion, in a single command, the nurse’s body crumpled in front of the king, the head following soon after, eyes wide with shock.

The king replayed the nurse’s words as he stared at her lifeless body…It couldn’t be! A girl...as the king’s Heir?

The baby began to wail once more, but this time she wasn’t looking so lovable to the king. The king ignored her cries as the mother gave him a warning look, Not in front of the servants.

“We were given a girl!” the king boomed, past the doors. “Think of it, a girl. Her cruel intention was to give me a girl for an heir so that this clan will perish, especially at its early stages!”He clarified “We had always known we would have a boy, even the fortune teller said so! That nurse has done an immense wrong, and shall- actually...has...suffered for it.” As he finished his sentence, all the servants murmured in agreement, for they couldn't go against his word even if they wanted, some already rushing to clean up the mess, and the king was relieved. He couldn’t afford more unrest amongst his subjects. The king told lies, but the truth was upon his eyes not being able to bear what he had received was a pathetic little girl. And by far this was the most wicked of them. It was essential that he had a boy. A girl would probably go to the Snitches as all noble court people’s daughters do, but a boy would rule. A girl...might even be the cause of his demise.

The Snitches, he knew, were the group of dominating women who were brought into existence on his behalf. The king knew they were almost like witches--but intensified. The making of the Snitches was intended to be used as an army of an ‘unknown state’ for the other kingdoms, thus, ruling more land in the name of his own kingdom. But sometimes, malice was just what the Snitches wanted. The Snitches coercively carried away the children of other kingdoms and used them as ‘test subjects’ for their potions. Sometimes they carried children from his own kingdom, but he never bothered about that. His only concern was whether people find out about his kingdom and whether his power would remain or not.

Although the king had invented The Snitches, he abhorred them terribly, actually...incurably. He would not appreciate his heir going into Snitchery. This was so because of their demon-like features and carelessness. They were warty and notably unfashionable to some. The king couldn’t possibly imagine his heir as a Snitch, cruel (even for the king--perhaps to the kings of other continents and kingdoms), and nothing like the heir she was meant to be. “Tomorrow, in court, we will discuss what to do with this child,” the king announced, the baby girl stirring ever so slightly in his arms. “This baby was carried in a wrongdoer’s hands, and I believe we shouldn’t keep her. Furthermore, she will be of no use to us.” 

The king didn’t want to keep the child. She was not going to be his heir. She was just an extra mouth to feed, anyway. If she were a boy, there would have been an exception. But one cannot waste wealth and stores on a worthless being, can they? So the matter was cunningly left to the court, and the king was proud of it. The matter would be taken care of. His kingdom would remain strong.