Short Stories

The True Heir to The Throne

"W-why would you do this? Uncle, why?" She asked, her vision hazy. Blood dripped from her cuts and bruises. "What do you mean my dear Anastasia?" He laughed, his green eyes glittering with amusement. "You know what I mean, you killed your own sister, my mother." She stated her eyes becoming droopy. "The kingdom, but not that you could do a thing. After all, you'd be dead. Even if you lived, you wouldn't get the throne. It would go to the oldest living relative. Then I suppose it would go to my daughter Emmaline. I suppose I'm sad that I had to kill my sister, but sometimes you need to cut the middleman out, the price was high but Alexandra wouldn't understand, when you see her tell her I'm sorry. Good Night my dearest niece." He laughed walking away. The click of his cane was the last thing she heard. As she fell into a deep sleep...

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"ANYA! GET UP!!" A voice yelled. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sunlight. "Finally, you're awake." An annoyed voice said. She turned and looked at the brunette haired male in front of her. His warm hazel eyes shining in the sun. "Edward, I'm awake. No need to yell." She sighed getting up from her bed.

"Good, I've been calling you for nearly thirty minutes." He complained. "Were you now? Were you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, fine it was ten but you kept turning or kicking me. Honestly, how could your kicks even hurt? You are the weakest person I know." He stated smugly. "Or~ you just got weak." She teased. "Me? Weak? Never, I'm a knight! It is my job to be strong." He stated proudly. "Yea, yea, now get out of my bedroom! I have to get ready!" She stated pushing him out the door with a lot of effort.

"Okay, okay." He said not noticing he wasn't in her bedroom. She walked to her small, wooded. wardrobe and opened the doors. She chose a red, puffy long-sleeved, lace up gown, with a gold and red bow right below the lace that went a bit below her knees with a gold trim. She looked in the mirror and was met with a petite young girl with pale blonde ringlets and hazel eyes.

"Breathe, you are just going to ask mother if you can take her job. It'll be fine." She said quietly. She carefully put her red small top hat with gray lace and a gold ribbon with gray lace bordering the ribbon from the hat on her head although it sat on the side of her head.. She carefully slipped on some black flats and walked to a room two doors away from hers.

"Mother, I want to go as you for your job. As you're ill, that could get the princess or yourself in a twist." she whispered before opening the door, on the bed was a black haired woman with blue eyes and a few gray hairs, she was frail and looked a bit sick. "Erm mother-" she started, "You want to take my place as the princesses' caretaker?" she asked, raising an eyebrow right afterwards she coughed up some blood. "Well yes, let me go get your medicine." She said walking over to a small wooden dresser and taking a small bottle and pouring the medicine in a spoon and giving it to her mother.

"Maybe I shouldn't go, after all who will give you your medication." She said with a concerned voice. "My dear you should go, I'll be fine, I'm sure I will remember when to take my medication. The king would be grateful if you went." She paused to cough, "The princess is very adventurous and hard to keep in place." She finished coughing more and more.

"Please don't speak, you'll cough more." She said, Her mother nodded and gave a light smile. "Alright then I guess I'll be going! Don't worry I'll remember my bag." She exclaimed running out the bedroom door.

She quickly rushed back to her room and grabbed a red and gold pochette, putting it over her shoulder she rushed out the door.

"Bye Father!" She called out rushing past a brown hair man, "Bye Anya!" He called.

She rushed past people constantly apologizing. When finally she reached a large castle made out of white marble, many towers, a fountain stood in front of the castle. A garden with many colorful and fragrant flowers stood by the fountain. There were many floors to the castle. A golden statue of a woman with wings holding a laurel in one hand while the other way by her side. The statue was wearing an iconic chiton with a helmet on her head.