In a sunlit kingdom of old France, ruled by the noble King Benin, joy once filled the air when his beloved Queen Doucette gave birth to a golden-haired daughter named Blondine. Her laughter brightened the palace, her beauty rivaled the dawn, and her heart was as pure as morning dew. But sorrow soon struck, for the gentle queen passed away, leaving the king to raise his precious child alone. Years later, urged by his people to remarry, the king chose Princess Fourbette of a distant land, believing her to be graceful and kind. Yet behind her smile burned envy and pride. The moment she beheld Blondine’s shining face, jealousy took root in her heart. She bore her own daughter, Brunette, dark and willful, who from her earliest days tormented her gentle sister. Though Blondine’s toys were broken and her dresses torn, she never spoke a word of anger. “She means no harm, Papa,” she would whisper, her eyes soft with forgiveness. But Fourbette’s hatred only grew, cloaked in false sweetness as she plotted in silence. Still, Blondine’s goodness shone through every cruelty, a quiet light in a court darkened by envy and deceit.
