This is a character out of a story that I have in my mind. I have yet to let it pour out of my fingers and down onto paper. I will get around to it someday. But, anyway...her life seemed perfect, she married the prince; whom she had her eyes on for the longest time, had a lovely home, and the surprise of a baby almost made everything perfect. Some one had their eyes on her, for they hated the perfect woman very much. Slipping an herb into her evening tea, the baby then was forced into an early abort. Still throbbing in pain she leaned against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position she seated herself in a puddle of blood. Tears streaming down her face, they dropped and mixed with the deep red that surrounded her.