Jewel of the Sea

𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒...

𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝒫𝒪𝒱

I never imagined being made Queen in this way. I haven't had the time to prepare; mentally and emotionally. 

I was never close with my parents but now that they're gone, all their duties and responsibilities now rest on my shoulders.

I let out a deep sigh as I push through their office door. The desk is covered with various documents and sealed letters; many that require my immediate attention. However, it is not until my coronation that I can open them.

I continue to look around for a picture perhaps or a sign that they... cared for me. But I retire my search after discovering nothing as such. One interesting thing that I must mention though is the unique seal of an envelope on the desk. Its stark blue colour makes it stand out from the rest. There is a trident on it... how quaint..

A loud persistent knock on the door distracts me.

"Who is it?"

But the knocker does not answer, instead, they fling open the door and jumped into my arms. Shocked at the action, I stood still; that was until a moist tongue licked my face and I heard a soft familiar panting.

"Hey Elfie", I say as I look down into my puppy's honey orbs. She's been there for me during this rough transition period and I will forever be grateful. She's proven to be a great distraction and successfully makes me forget reality. And then, like an arrow through my heart, I'm brought back to this world full of chaos where everyone just pretends; talking without listening and seeing without believing.

I let out a heavy sigh as I put Elfie back down.

"Run along to the kitchen now, darling. I'll be there in a few minutes."

Once she leaves, I stand at the entrance of the room that I had forbidden to enter since I was a child because I was too young. My parents never taught me anything to do with our kingdom and the responsibility I would have to bear one day because they were young and thought I'd have time until I got married and ascended to the throne. Huh. Sure looks like that's going to happen, papa. 

But things could be worse. If I were to say a positive about this whole situation, it'd be that I'm not being forced to marry some prince in order to rule. Thank Poseidon, I'm no Jasmine.

I cast a last scornful glare at the portrait of my parents. I hope they're bursting with joy that their daughter, with absolutely no knowledge of ruling a country, will be ascending to the throne tomorrow.

Good Luck with not messing up tomorrow, I thought to myself as I locked the door behind me.

I chuckle as I walk down the hallway.

The odds of that not happening?

0% chance. I'm a magnet for trouble.