S- she was dead? The person who sort of raised me wasn't alive anymore. "W- what do you mean she died? How? This can't be true." The last couple of days everything is getting worse and worse, my legs are getting week and my sight was getting low. "On her way, back to the castle the Spaniards robbed the carriage your sister was in, the prince did his sword thru her heart.. she died immediately." I closed the door, fell down my knees, tears came out of my eyes like a fountain, the most precious person in my life died while she thought she would find love this night. This meant war, both of the lands had a big army and many alliances, Clementines wedding now needed to be sooner so we could count on Scotland to be at our side. Tomorrow will probably be the funeral, yes that's very soon, she was royal, everything is in our favor. I went to bed but didn't close an eye, how could I? What if one of your siblings died, you would be devastated. The next morning there was no need for breakfast, I went to Katherine's chamber to look how she felt, well I don't even need to ask, her twin sister died. I knock on her door, no reaction, of course not, she must be in a sea of tears, my poor sister. To make sure she's okay I open the door, there she was, not a single tear on her face, she was brushing her hair in front of the mirror with a big smile on her face, how is she doing that? "Hey sister, how are you? You want to borrow a dress or something?" Does she even know that her twin dies yesterday? "How am I feeling? How are you feeling? Eleanor died yesterday, you know that right?" She turned her head to me, "I know darling, I'm fine, life is continuing there's no need to be sad, people die every day." I couldn't believe my ears, she isn't sad about it? "But Kath-" I saw her turn from happy into mad, "No Neveah, there are things you don't know, Eleanor choose for this destiny! Now go to your room and make yourself ready for the funeral." She closes the door, and I walk back to my room to make myself ready. A couple of hours later we all sit in the royal carriage to the funeral, everyone was acting so normal, like we weren't going to the funeral of one of our family members, they were talking about their outfits, what's going to happen between Spain and England right now, Clementines wedding, while I was just sitting there with the tears rolling over my face, was I really the only one that loved her? The only one who's going to miss her now she's gone? We arrive at Eleanor's favorite place behind the kingdom, it was a long field of grass with in the middle a big beautiful tree, there were pink flowers in the tree and the trunk was brown and gold mixed, she would always climb in the tree and read a book or draw something, especially when the sun would shine, the sunlight would shine between the leaves. Right in front of the tree, there was a big hole where her coffin will stay forever. We walked to the tree, some people Eleanor used to hang out with were also here, they were even sadder than her own family, by the look on their face when we walked up to them you could see that they noticed it too, I'm ashamed to walk by their side right now. The royal family of Scotland was also here and half of the village people. Every one of the royal family had a speech prepared for the end. Everyone had a flower by them to put on her coffin, some even gave a kiss on her coffin out of love, a little girl walked up to me, she said she was sorry for me and gave me her teddybear so I would have someone to cuddle when I'm sad. This was the most heartbreaking day of my life, there may come worse things but this is definitely something that will haunt me forever. So the speeches began, first my parents, then Clementine, me and last but not least was Katherine's speech, "Hello everyone, thank you for coming to the funeral of my beloved sister. My sister was a special soul, she wasn't like the others if anyone needed help Eleanor would be there even if you hated her or she hated you. I always knew she would be a great queen to the kingdom, it was her future, after days of learning and practicing she was ready, ready to be your queen and I'm not like my sister, I am not ready and will never be ready to be your queen. So I will give the thrown to my younger sister, Neveah."
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My younger sister
Historical FictionThis story is about a young princess that's going to be a queen by growing up. But her parents don't even look up at her, only at her younger sister, she is beautiful, creative, just the perfect child. Will the crown end up on her head or will we en...