𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝑀𝓎 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 Book 1

#15 "not interested, thank you"

You were sitting at the writing desk in your room, the long feather from your quill pen resting against your chin as you attempted to think of something to write to your younger sisters that didn't sound like you were bragging to them. You wanted to share with them all of the exciting things that had been going on at the Palace during the last week while everyone was getting ready for your wedding that was in just a week. You drop the pen onto the desk, as you realize it really is only a week left.

You jump up from your desk and spin around letting the skirt of your sundress flow out around you. You place a hand on your stomach and smile to yourself. Though you have yet to be able to confirm anything yet, you are pretty sure that a future prince or princess is nestled within your womb. It was too soon to say anything to the King, and it would be a wonderful wedding gift to tell him after the wedding. Plus that would give you more time to confirm your suspicions.

The king had a dressmaker come and see you yesterday, and they promised that the dress would be ready for you in a matter of a few days. That was just an amazing thought to you because it would take your poor mother a long time to make even a simple dress. The dressmaker had promised that your wedding dress would make all of the ladies of the Court green with envy. Just what you needed, another reason for those ladies to hate you. Oh well, you would not let that spoil your good mood.

A knock at your door interrupted your thoughts, and when you say you're soon to be mother-in-law standing just outside the door, you quickly let her in. "I am so sorry Mum, what can I do for you?"

"I need an excuse to visit my soon-to-be daughter-in-law? I thought we had grown so close over the last few days. I have a gift for you, (Y/N)."

Your eyes light up, "A gift for me?" The two of you walk to a sofa in the sitting area of your bed-chamber, while two servants for the dowager queen bring over a large box and place it between the two of you. You pull on the bow and the silk falls off the box, She helps you pull the lid off the box to reveal a beautiful dress with gold beading inside.

"This was the dress I wore when I wed the late King. May he rest in peace."

The servants in the room all followed by repeating "May he rest in peace"

"I hope this fits you, my dear, you look to be about the same size I was, though I didn't have quite the hips you do. But we can always have it let out."

You smile at her, "I am having a dress made, The King sent over a dressmaker just yesterday. I was able to design it myself."

She raised an eyebrow at you, "Don't be silly child, you will wear my dress..."

You hold up a hand to interrupt her, "Not interest, thank you. I really don't want to be rude, but I designed my own dress and that is what I will be wearing, mum."

The dowager queen straightened her back, "Well, I have always said that a proper lady should know what she wants. And a Queen gets what she wants no matter what. It would seem you are paying attention to me after all. I will not mention it again, but if anything should happen and your dress falls through." She tapped the box lid, "This will be here waiting for you."

"I could not have asked for a better family to be welcomed into. You have been very kind to me." You hug the dowager queen.

"Yes my dear, my son's happiness and well-being of him and this country is all that matters to me. You are now a part of that happiness and well-being. I will do what I can to see that you are well taken care of as well. I like you, but do not cross me, understand?"

"You nod yes as you have come accustomed to her little warnings every time she has come to see you. She is very protective of her son. And as your motherly instincts are becoming more and more prevalent... you understand where the dowager queen is coming from.

"Mum, I am not going to hurt him. He is my sun, my stars, my moon... my life! I cannot see a life that doesn't have him in it." She put a hand on top of yours and patted it before she stood.

"I am glad to hear it, my dear. You will at least allow this old woman to have some input on decorating the grand hall. Since it is still my Palace, at least for another week."