Royalti

Chapter 1

Tiara's POV

I was currently sat on a chair wearing a gown made of fine silk and embroidery. I heard it was from one of the expeditions to India. 

Mother loved it. 

She went to great lengths to get her rare goods and merchandise from far away places. 

I never understood her need to obtain expensive items. 

While she bathed in diamonds and gold, I knew our people barely had enough to eat. 

I looked up at our dining table. It was glimmering in all sorts of food. 

From fruits, vegetables, and meat, it was all there served with wine from France. 

Sitting with me were my parents. 

King Phillip II and Queen Amelia of Soverania (Sov-Rain-Nia).

 They were powerful monarchs. 

Everything had to go through them and they were sickly rich.

 Both my father and mother came from wealthy kingdoms. When they got married, they created a kingdom that was unstoppable. 

Soverania was a rich kingdom. However, most of its money was spent in the army or my mother's personal explorations. The people got nothing. 

They worked day and night and had to pay heavy taxes. A loaf of bread was worth more to them than their own kids. 

That was how corrupted Soverania was. But of course, no one knew that. They all thought that Soverania was a beautiful place that they wished they had been born in.

My name was Tiara. Probably named after my mother's obsession with tiaras when she was in labor. I was my parent's only heir. 

People might assume I was spoilt and got everything I wanted. I might say it's true. They did give me a diamond choker for my second birthday. But, I was an infant! I didn't want that. 

I wanted my mother to take care of me and my father to play with me. 

That didn't happen of course. For most of my life, I was taken care of by servants and maids. Since I was the only person that was going to inherit the throne, my parents made sure I was protected and sheltered the moment I opened my eyes. I never got a chance to talk to anyone my age and had to always play alone. 

The maids were too scared of my parents to play with me. Stoic expression guards were around me fifty percent of the time. I didn't go to school too. I had personal tutors that only smiled at me for my parents. 

Living like this, in the hallways that always echoed, for 16 years can take its toll on you. 

"Tiara, how are your etiquette lessons coming along? I heard great things about Madam Esmée. She's the best teacher in all the land," my mother asked while taking a sip of her wine. 

"They're okay," I answered shortly. 

"Tiara, don't be rude. Your mother just wanted to bond with you," my father scolded. 

"Oh sure. Like you bonded with me when I asked you to play when I was five," I rolled my eyes. 

"Young lady! Take that back this instant. We might be your parents but we are also your king and queen. Show some respect!" my father's voice boomed in the room. 

I stood up abruptly and sarcastically bowed. 

"I apologize, your majesties. But I'm afraid I just lost my appetite. May I be dismissed?" I didn't wait for their answer and just left the room. 

I could hear my mother trying to calm my father down but I was already out the door. I went straight to my room and slammed the door. 

The interior of my room was very majestic. It had a mix of stone, bricks, glass, and other rare raw materials. I walked over to my huge closet and pulled out a simple top and bottom. I absolutely hated wearing these god-awful gowns that always cut off my circulation. 

After changing out of the dress and putting on the thin layered shirt, I quietly creeped out of my room. I knew after that stunt I pulled at breakfast, my parents would have already sent guards to keep an eye on me. 

I took turns after turns in the long hallways and finally arrived at my favorite room in the entire palace. I pushed the heavy doors opened and the smell of the old books and the wood burning in the fireplace came rushing into my nostrils. 

The room was filled with books from top to bottom.; a ladder as tall as the moon stood in the middle to help reach the books. 

It was my grandma's favorite room too. She left it for my mom but as usual, my mother was a materialized person and was too obsessed with her diamonds to care. 

It was a good thing actually. I got this room all to myself. 

I came here whenever I felt stressed and needed to clear my head. I picked up one of the classic books I haven't yet finished from my last read. 

Relaxing down on one of the wooden desks, I felt my mind slip away from reality.