The entire courtroom echoes with silence, as every King is stuck in their seat, digesting the words they heard. Like me.
“Princess Adria Canmore, we request you to take your honorable seat on the throne.”, I hear Sir. Andrew addressing me as he looks at me through the sheer, cloth. Max scoots near me, “Shall we Princess”.
I rise from my seat still stunned, as I descend with audible clicks on the marble floor.
As I walk in front of the courtroom towards the throne, I see fire; rage evident in the eyes of half the people sitting there, not attempting to hide even the tinge of disbelief that crosses their eyes.
“This is absurd, a woman can never rule the kingdom.”, King Benjamin Vernes, stands from his seat. Th
I run a finger along the edge of the throne admiring the beauty under me. It’s ethereal. The gems reflect the lights as my fingers expose them in a tiny pattern to the light above me. The throne speaks power in itself, and as my finger brushes the surface I feel the surge of light in me; a surge to make people understand how rightfully I deserve the power. “Queen Adria”, I hear Max call me, an unexpected emphasis on the word Queen. I look at him, his lopsided smirk in its place as he climbs the stairs to the throne. I look at him mirroring his expression, gliding my hands on the texture of power the laid underneath me. “So Queen Aria, huh”, Max says, as he stands beside the throne. “Yes, the Queen”, I say grinning giddily at the new title.
I barge into Max’s chamber.I see him sitting near the bedside, his eyes moist. I rush to his side, “Max what happened?”, I ask checking him for any injuries - not that he would cry for them, but what if they are serious. He shrugs my hand as he gets up walking to the other side of the room.“Tell me Max what happened? Did anyone hurt you? Tell me I will kill that person.”, I say fuming with anger. He laughs as tears roll down his cheeks.“Yes, You”, he says looking at me.Me.I point at myself, looking for answers in his eyes.“What
Sherlin gets me ready all pretty for the introduction ceremony. The white gown flows through my body clutching me at the right places, accentuating the parts underneath. I look at myself embezzled in the right amount of jewelry.The gold intricate designs woven on the gown, bring out the hazel brown in my eyes, and the plunging neck gives enough amount of luxury to my breast, yet, something is missing. I stare rather suggestive at the piece of fabric on me, as Max trudges into the room smirking.“The Queen’s ready.”, our eyes meet in the mirror, his almost green as the spring.“Something’s missing”. I say as his eyes travel on the fabric. His gaze still burns my skin, more so today as I walked over the lane of my memory the entire night.
My heels click on the marble floor, as I walk frantically across the throne in the courtroom. I hear the door click, the councilmen trudging in as if it was a leisure talk. They take their seats, faces uninterested in the instructions they received before coming here. I sit on the throne drawing my sword to the side and placing the tip on the ground. The council straightens up as they see the sword in my hand. I smirk at the audacity of these men. “I hope you all know the reason why you are here. I would like to hear all your inputs on the situation.”, I say pointing my chin at them to start. “It’s a war, they have fifty-thousand soldiers, we have seventy-five it’s an easy win.”, the war leader chirps in shrugging his shoulders at the input. I frown at the statement,
If wars were won only by power, people wouldn’t need strategies. They are won by wit. The wit, that told me the only way to win this will be - deceit. King Benjamin is not a kid, especially when it comes to war. It’s no secret that we would win this, with seventy thousand army men marching right on his ground. There was more to this war than it showed, something King Benjamin planned to get his way through in this war. I need to find just that something.I place my crown on the pillow, marching towards the meeting suit of the palace. The plan was simple, yet convincing the person will put forward demands. I crane my neck, as the guards open the door to the suite.“General Marcus. Nice to meet you”, I enter greeting the man sitting on the chair in his entire glory. General Marcus, war general to King Benjamin&r
The sun rises, on the day of the full moon. My heartbeat is erratic, nerves clutch onto me in nervous shrieks, as deep breath pounds against my lungs. Max places a hand on my shoulder asking me to calm down. “Max, I have never fought a war.”, I say. He is the only person who can witness my weakness. I know I can beat King Benjamin, but what I am more concerned about is General Marcus. I don’t know what his wits might have prompted him, rather what the betrayer in my kingdom have to feed him. He can turn my way easily, and I need to be careful. “You are strong, you know that. You can take hundreds of King Benjamin’s down.”, I chuckle at his assurance. I take his hands, pulling him to sit down with me, “Your the only person I trust.”, I say placing my head on his shoulde
I drag my feet to the palace. Betrayal clutching against the inside of my gut. My eyes blaze the fire, as I feel the burn rising to my heart, enveloping me through the cold of the dark night that spreads its silver on the ground.I won't spare anyone for the mistakes. I’ll show them what it takes to challenge the queen.I enter the grounds of the palace.The wood screeches under my feet, as the swords drag creating a scrape on the wood. Blood drips from the dagger, the distant howling of wolves evident as I enter the palace grounds. Heads raise, eyes widen; to only kneel when the soldiers look at me in the eye. I walk to the center to see a few of General Marcus’s soldiers ready to charge at me. I point my sword at the one soldier who dared to walk a step toward
The sun dances over the edge of the shiny rocks lined on the borders of the lake. Red chrysanthemums litter the place, kissing the feet of the passerby. Women and girls are gathered around the place scattered in bunches, whispering, murmuring the questions that run through their heads. The main being - Why did Queen call us? I clear my throat as I walk to the center of the garden.Eyes shoot up in my direction filled with questions. Nervous.But none looks at me with a mock, and somehow I feel proud for the sense of achievement.“I am glad all of you could take time from your busy day to see me”, I say. I see the look on their faces contort. I understand why. I bow my head, pulling my lips into a smile.