ROYALTY

Chapter 27

I stood at the base of the stairs, the crowd anxiously waiting for the prince. Twenty-five of the princes sport were lined up looking so pretty and fake. I sighed well make that twenty-four, I was not going to give in to my father's demands and marry a prince that did not even look at me or love me. I busied myself with searching the crowd, I found nothing important there so I looked at the royal throne, and there seated by the kings right hand were my parents, my father held a strong expression, but I knew him better he was burning inside, my mother had tears in their eyes, I did not spare them a glance longer and turned my attention towards the queen, she was watching me closely, her eyes solely focused on me. I swallowed, I felt myself insure suddenly.

"His royal majesty Prince Zachery Trenton Greyson and his sister her royal majesty Madelyn Antonella Greyson." The herald announced, I still could not get over the fact that he was a very short man. I watched them both walk down the stairs, unreadable expressions, arm in arm, once they had reached the last step we curtsied, it was tradition for the prince to escort her to the man she would have her first dance with. It was also tradition that he could pick the man he wanted his sister to have her first dance with, irony, right?

Three lords walked out from the crowd, two looking overly confident and the third looking not so overly confident. They both walked towards the three, she curtsied, and they bowed, the prince placed his sisters hand on that of the third lord that did not look so confident.

I rolled my eyes and looked up at my father, he was going to sell me off just like how the prince was selling off his sister. My father must have noticed my gaze because at that moment he turned to look at me, at first I thought I saw him mouth a please but then a grin over took his face and I felt anger raise up in me. I turned so fast that I heard a crack in my neck, the prince stalked over to my direction. I swallowed hard, all of a sudden the room became hot. I was sweating. I started counting the distance.

Ten steps to go, how would I react, after the daydream I heard of him?

Nine, how would he react to the nick name I would give him?

Eight, would he look at me the same way he looked at me while we were in the forest?

Seven, why was I even feeling this way?

Six it is not like I cared.

Five, he looked so handsome.

Four, I felt shaky and wabbly on my feet.

Three, he looked dead gorgeous even though it was just this morning that we had last seen.

Two, I must have miscalculated everything because,

One, he was bowing before Amelia, smiling at her while the lord Donovan bowed before me. I felt a sting in my heart.

Amelia placed her hand in his, him choosing Amelia, proved to the court and the whole room that she was his first choice, not that he made it official or anything. It just gave the people something to gossip about. I placed my hand in Lord Donovans to afraid to look him in the eyes, I had tears threatening to spill. I swallowed and looked up, the queen who once had her gaze on me, fixed it solely on Amelia, and Amelia did look so happy. My father on the other hand had a look of pure disappointment. I myself felt the same.

Before I knew it the dance was over and I was whisked away from hand to hand dancing to tunes my mind and heart were not interested in. I had just finished dancing with an awkward lord who kept on talking about snow and white polar bears in Africa, either he thought me a fool or he thought himself King Solomon, either way, I simply nodded to everything he had to say, no matter how stupid it was. Occasionally I would look at the prince and Amelia, he had dance three dances with her in a row.

"Pardon me." A man cleared his throat, he had an outstretched hand before me, I placed mine in his even though I knew I was going to end up crying this night, like I always did. "How long will it take you to understand that I did this for your own good? And that you should appreciate my efforts."

He asked immediately he had me in his arms, I felt like a child at that moment. "By selling me off to the palace?" It was a bitter come back, this was my father I was talking to. "Naomi, I did not sell you, I can never do that, I just thought it would do you good, if you had a chance to be with the prince, you could become queen and rule over the world." "I am fine with a famer thank you very much."

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