Their Stories 2 (Voltron Oneshots)

Forgotten Daughter - Kidge.

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My father is someone famous in History.

He only had a mother who died when he was a child. 

He came from nothing but he had a smart brain helping him climb the ladder of ranks. 

He met my auntie but married my mother who fell for him straight away. 

They married and gave birth to my brother. 

My mother loved her husband and son more then anything else. 

But I was born a girl, i was born a female in the times when a women only job is to marry. 

I was forgotten about as my father worked non stop and my mother focused on my brother, the family heir. 

The maids was the only ones to make me feel less invisible but even then they didnt show me love. 

I was the forgotten daughter of a famous man in history. 

I listened to my auntie the elder sister of my mother stories when she visit and i knew she loved my father like my mother loved him. 

I listened to my other auntie the younger sister of my mother, she was the only one to notice me and make me feel welcomed to the family but she couldn't visit often. 

My mother took more care of my brother and loved him more as the news of my father betrayal was spread into the papers. 

My father loved another in bed for months while my mother, my brother and me visited my grandfather who took no notice of me either.

We soon started living with my grandfather while my father pride was lost to the wrong sins he committed. 

As  the years passed i stood watching my mother and brother bond grow even more stronger.

But my brother still loved our father but then he was able to be loved by our father while i always got told he was too busy and to just play in my room. 

If my parents took a break and notice me then they would have known i enjoyed reading over playing but they knew did find that out. 

My brother grew to be the son my mother was proud of and i knew my father sent him a letter each week. 

I use to stand waiting for my own letter from my father but it never did come. 

I gave up and started living my own life, I became smarter then a women should and well i enjoyed my own life away from the family name. 

But then the news came of my brother death.

He died protecting our father name. 

I cried over my brother death, I stood in black at the back of the crowd while family and friends stood at the front. 

No one would let me pass and most didnt even know i was the daughter of the family. 

I watched as my mother cried and cried while her sisters stood by her side.

I had a little hope that maybe she would show me some love now that i was the only one left but it never gave true. 

I watched as my mother and father got together once more and forgot the sinful past.