Miranda had always thought of her life as a happy one.
From the moment she was born, she had been surrounded by love. Both her father and mother gave it to her freely, so naturally that for a long time she never imagined life could be any other way. Her father had been a busy man, rising quickly through the ranks of power and becoming a Monarch at a young age, but even so, she had never doubted his affection. And when his duties kept him away, her mother was always there, there for her, there for her brothers, there for all of them with a warmth that seemed endless.
Her mother had poured love into their lives so much that Miranda had once believed it could protect them from anything.
