Mirror, mirror, who's the fairest of them all

Her name rolled off her fathers tongue, his warmth enveloping her. She would lean into his touch. It was brief touch before she would pull away, turning her blue and silver gaze up towards her father. She knew of her fathers way, the chaos that was always at his heels. It was embedded in her, the desire for war, for power, chaos. It was something all her sisters held. It's had held them at each others throats. They each fought for their fathers attention, for his happiness and favor.

"I want to be trained." The russet girl wasted no time with pleasantries, there was no point. Fiery jaws would close, waiting for her father to speak, for him to agreed. Part of her knew he wanted them to be great. She craved it. She had never been something special compared to her sisters. But a fire had been lit, she wanted to excel, to succeed, to lead. Longing had filled her tones, evidence of her desire.