The Red Queen's Daughter

I've never understood, how she could be so cruel, the Red Queen. I know the inside story of her. I'm her daughter. I'm nothing like my mother, I'm the exact opposite of cruel. I'm actually nice. Like my aunt, the White Queen. When I was only 6 years old I dreamed of being able to live in the sweet castle of my sweet aunt. She always sent me things when I was younger, but my mom put a stop to that, she ordered a huge moat to be built around the castle. Now I sit in the top room of my mother's castle, dreaming of how my mother became so cruel.