The Lost Queen

Prologue

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"Stand up straight! Chin up, stomach in, breast out!" Mrs. Quart exclaimed hitting me with her long stick.

I wince at the impact.

"How many times do I need to tell you about all of these? If you want to be a queen in the next twenty years, you need to act prim and proper. No slouching!" She exclaimed hitting me again with her long stick at the back. She circled me like a predator looking at her prey.

Mrs. Quart is like the female version of Hitler. All the things that I do is wrong in her point of view. She is my teacher since I started to walk and read. I'm home schooled and doesn't have friends. Since I am the next in line in the throne. They always say and I quote, "You are the next Queen. You don't need friends, you don't need fun, you need to study how to be a perfect lady, you need to study well and most importantly,your responsibilities is your number one priority." I groaned at the thought of these. Mrs. Quart slap me again in the legs. I bit my bottom lip so that no noise can escape. "No daydreaming!" She snarled. I followed her every move with my eyes.

Mrs. Quart is in her late forties with grey hair starting to show in her raven hair. She kept her hair always in a bun. I never seen the woman with her hair down. She has a perfect posture and graceful movements like a ballerina. Her face is always in a friendly smile when talking to strangers but to me, its always in a scowl. I never understand the woman. Where her hate for me came from. I never done anything wrong to make her hate me this much. Okay besides the fact that I didn't follow her commands sometimes. Okay scratch that, always. You cant blame me. I'm a type of girl that like my independence and have a free will. I never like girls-

"Stop daydreaming, Elizabeth." Mrs. Quart said to me with her hands in her hips." I don't really know what I am going to do with you. First, you didn't follow the rules. Second, you act carelessly. Third, you always break the rules. And lastly, you don't act like a proper lady." She said in a flat tone. I just keep my face neutral. "If only your brother-"

I didn't let her finish that sentence. Oh she didn't just said that. I snapped from my calm demeanor and turned to face her. "Don't finish that sentence, Mrs. Quart." I said with my most venomous low voice. She looked suddenly shock and scared. I narrowed my eyes at her and clenched my jaw. My hands tightened in a fist. "You can tell me whatever you want but leave my brother out of these. I can tolerate your dictatorial presence but you have no right to speak about my brother to me!" I spat in her face.

It's the first time that I snapped from my calm collected self. I didn't let my anger get the best of me. But when someone talked about my brother in my face I just lose it. I get to be this cold heartless bitch. Mrs. Quart just stared at me with shock and fear in her eyes. I never regret what I did to her. For snapping in her face. Besides, shes the cold hearted bitch in the first place. I just returned the favor. Her shock expression is starting to wear off and replaced with anger and rage. "You cant talk to me like that!" She snarled. Her face is like a monster ready to eat her prey. "I'm telling the king about this-"

"Go ahead. Tell him. I don't care anymore." I cut her off. I turned around and walked toward the door. Before I walked out the room I looked at Mrs. Quart then flash her my sweetest smile. Her whole face is red from anger and her hands is clenched tightly at her sides. A look of disbelief is plastered in her face. I smirked at her. Then slowly closed the door. The last thing I heard is her scream of frustration.

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I glared hardly at the door in front of me then force my fist to make three knocks on the red oak double door.

"Come in." I heard someone said from the other side. I hesitantly opened the door. I scan the room before my eyes meet a pair of narrowed green eyes. The man sitting behind the large black table has a tremendous authority in his aura. It seems no one could defy his every command. He motioned for me to take a seat in front of his table. He eyed me for a few minutes until he finally spoke. "What did you do to your teacher?" I scoffed. His eyebrows furrowed and narrowed his eyes even more. I take a deep breath. "I just said whats in my mind. She should never brought up that touchy subject. Its all her fault."

His lips in a tight line. I know he is only keeping his calm demeanor but I know any minute now the atomic bomb is going to explode. I just need to press the correct buttons. Insert sarcastic evil laugh here. "You cant act like that! You are a lady. Even though she said that, its only to discipline you."

"Discipline me?" I scoffed. "You've got to be kidding me! All she ever did to my life is dictate me what to do. You and my so-called mother never been there. I never seen you mourn to my mother! You never shed a single tear for her death. Then after a month you married a pathetic excuse of a wife! And now! Your always at my brothers defence! That selfish bastard!" My father suddenly stand in his seat then slapped me in the face.

"Don't talk about your brother like that." He snapped.

I held my red cheek with my right hand. I look at him with hurt and disbelief. Tears are falling freely from my eyes.

"You never loved me!" I shouted at him. I can see a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

I bolted from my seat then run away immediately from that room.

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Its been a couple of days now since I took my action. My perfect plan of escape from this hell hole.

I rounded several corners until I found the garage that will give me my ticket of freedom from this shitty excuse of a life I have.

I have think more than one hundred time about my escape plan for months. I studied my possible escape routes. I asked several servants about what it looked like around and outside the palace. I also ask Romeo, our fifty year old butler, about all the things that I need to know for my great escape. The poor butler answer my questions enthusiastically. Never ever question me why.

I ask him questions after questions ,pretending it came from my curiosity, with wide eyes.

I quickly turned the door knob then push open the door. I scanned the room until my eyes located the key holder at the side. I quickly scan the keys. Each key has its own label. From cheap cars to luxury cars. The garage have at least a hundred cars in it. I quickly grab the key labeled 'Audi'. When you make your escape, you really need a fast car. I started the car then reach out for the security pad located beside the garage door. I punch the general password I memorize once when Mrs. Quart opened the stables. Really? General password? Who ever think about that is plain stupid. And they said this place has tight security. I snorted. Pressing the gas pedal deeper, the vehicle drive forward.

The huge entrance gate to the palace appear from my right. I turned and quickly scanned the surroundings. I calculated and watch the numbers of guards patrolling the palace every hour. By this hour, there is only three guards stationed in the front entrance.

There seems to be no one around. I smirked. I quickly drive toward the gate then reach out to the security pad then punch the right password. The gate opened quietly. This is too easy.

When the gate is halfway open, I step on the gas pedal then manage to squeeze the vehicle without a scratch toward my freedom road. I make a happy dance in my head. And a slow smile appear in my face. But I shouldn't let my guard down immediately. First I need to get away from here.

Far, far away.