The same cat-like hazel orbs. Same a beautiful face and the same blood running through her veins. Yet, the things that filled her heart were so ugly that they would shame the keeper of hell. Yes, Ramlah was her name.
She was physically identical to Zamarad but her mannerism, attitude, and the evil that filled her heart were what greatly distinguished the two sisters. One was treated like the ideal princess since birth while the other was nothing more than a slave for her family.
Even so, no condition was permanently set in stone. Zamarad had risen from the ashes to become the savior that was respected and revered among the people while Ramlah was nothing more than her shadow.
The resentment she felt for Zamarad was bone-deep. She was so used to coveting every the other had that she had reached the point of insanity. This was what drove her to jump wagons from being the hero to the villain.