Josephine

𝓔𝓹𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓭𝓮 89: 𝓖𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓪 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼

August 14, 1995

The twins have turned fifteen today, and a party is being thrown for them. Victoria has even promised to be there.

It was hard enough when Victoria turned fifteen, knowing she was married and being the amazing queen of Persia and Samarkand. But now, I have two more teenagers turning fifteen and unlike Victoria, they were a bit less... normal.

Okay, that sounded awful. Victoria was so... easy! I mean there were some hiccups here and there, but generally, she was an easy girl to raise. Junior and Ham, oh my. They were a challenge and they are still proving to be one. Lily and Sophie were easy too, so I shouldn't single out Victoria. 

Mattéo rounded around me as I brushed my hair. He limped a little, but he was getting better.

"You look stunning Josey,"

"Thank you! After last night it was really messy!" I smirked as I untangled the last strand.

Mattéo chuckled, "Oh good I was worried about that,"

He leaned over and kissed me.

"Now we should probably be getting down to the twins party..."

"Yeah-"

Knock! Knock!

"Enter!" I answered.

Lord Maxwell, now a graying man entered the bedroom in a frenzy.

"Your majesties!"

"Yes, milord?"

"We're having a... conundrum in the throne room,"

Mattéo and I looked at each other confused, "What type of conundrum milord?"

He sighed and ran his fingers through his gray hair.

"The princess is trying to get out of her wheelchair!"

Mattéo and I looked at each other again and the look on our faces was one of dread.

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We rushed into the throne room-well- I rushed, Mattéo hobbled. When we got to the throne room, the scene was shocking. Photographers were dragging their feet on the marble floor as Junior was struggling to stand up. This girl.

"Junior!? What in the world are you doing!?"

"Mom, look! I can do it! I can get out of the chair!"

Junior had somehow created her own accent, and occasionally it was a bit difficult to understand. It was: A mix of English, Welsh, German and Dutch. Lily had a more Germanic accent, though Sophie also had the classic posh English accent. 

"Junior, sit down! You're going to hurt yourself!" I pleaded.

Hamilton was across the room, talking to one of his buddies. He pointed over to Junior before snickering.

"What? But mom-"

"Josephine Anna Maria Junior, you heard your mother!" Mattéo shouted.

"He used her full name..." Lily hissed, combing through her brown hair before turning away. 

Her eyes welled up with tears, "But I need to do this!"

"Junior!" I shouted now, "Sit down or I swear to God we'll make you!"

She sniffled and carefully lowered herself back into her wheelchair. Mattéo and I sighed in relief. But that relief quickly evaporated when she rolled out of the room, tears rolling down her face.