Once upon a time...
there were two princesses. Twins.
Yet, while they were twins, it was clear one was better than the other. Always, the younger was second best. She never felt she measured up – always her sister was better-loved, funnier, and above all: more beautiful.

There is only so much you can take when someone always makes you feel inferior simply by being there. Years of quiet study of certain arts finally bore dark fruit when in one day, the younger princess took possession of her inheritance, the throne and the position of most beloved, beautiful and only queen.

A goblet of carefully-mixed potion, offered innocuously, did its vile work. Her hated sister sank to the ground, clawing at her face, and finally, finally she could express how she truly felt with exuberant, triumphant laughter.
And nobody understood why.
Because the only person who had ever felt she was second best –