Because the King’s heart was already wicked, the soup only worsened its state. As the eating of a pig’s heart often spurs, he grew more and more conceited and evil each day. Dara’s heart, on the other hand, was very pure and innocent and so the soup clashed violently within her, causing her to become very ill. The King, when he first heard the news, was very distressed. But as the gruesome mal intent sank into him deeper, he became ruthless and unfeeling, even toward his wife. He was careless about her health and hired only a few doctors to aid her, which is unfortunate because her goodness could have easily fought off the bad if she hadn’t lost heart. She worried too much for Ryan, and her body soon became so absorbed in this pressure that it could not fight the ghastly soup and she died. After a brief moment of grief, King Ryan arranged to marry Dara’s maidservant.
The name of this new queen was Morrigan and she was a very crafty woman. She had been ever jealous of Dara’s grace, serenity and, most of all, her crown. Her greatest fault was her vanity, and she was desperately envious of the King’s wise and priceless mirror, which was only answered by Royalty. It was a fact, however, that she knew not of the mirror's power, but only wished to gaze in its perfect, silver glass. On her first night as Queen, Morrigan stood before the mirror, behind the great throne, admiring how here eyes flashed the perfect look of disdain and how her frown gave such a magnificent air of superiority and how her crown perfectly commanded respect and fear. She became so absorbed that she soon began speaking to her twin in the glass and said this,
“Reflection in the silver glass,
Mounted on the golden wall
Where only King and Queen may pass,
Thou art fairest of us all!
“Listen, dear, ‘tis very true
Near and far, the country’s span
No one can compare to you,
Oh, let them die, if one girl can!”
And the looking glass answered her, which greatly surprised the queen, and returned this verse,
“Your beauty is undoubted, Queen,
But still it does yet rival one;
Your stepdaughter, skin snow-white and clean,
Though closely ranked, still thou hast won.”
This greatly enraged the queen, who immediately became consumed with jealousy. She had detested Eirawen since the moment she first saw the baby and had become bitter towards her in becoming her motherly figure. So, her hatred was now worsened.
Eirawen was in a very uncomfortable state. Both of her true parents were now dead and she had only her stepfather and his second wife, neither of whom cared for her. She spent most of her days in the village with the other children, for she was still just a young girl. When at the castle, her father was generally in an attempt to pair her with some fair, handsome prince, despite her age. He had, in honesty, lost his mind and was therefore quite incapable of logic and reasoning, even after asking his magic mirror. He became so obsessed with finding a suitor for his daughter that he quite forgot about Eirawen herself. The Queen Morrigan, however, was incapable of both logic and reasoning, and of forgetting the poor girl. She would have, if she could, made Eirawen to be a servant, but none of the palace officials would have stood for this, for they loved Eirawen dearly. In turn, Ryan might hear, and he would never allow it.
“She’ll never be able to marry a good, handsome Prince if she is waiting upon us all the day long,” he would be sure to say.
Of course, the Queen could still tolerate her stepdaughter to a point, because she still held the lead of Fairest in the Land, according to the magic mirror. It was only on the day that the mirror foresaw the Queen's from this place, and Eirawen taking it, that her heart truly turned from her stepdaughter and she sought to reverse the prophesy.
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