Taking the reins

Mother

"I have an idea" I squealed

"Finally!" Sona exclaimed

"It involves fire and the queen.."

" No way are we going to use fire to kill the queen." Sona shrieked, grabbing my scepter out of my grip. She huffed while giving me the death stare " Are you out of your mind?" The witch switched her look to neutral. Our families screamed and fell in agony. The queen mumbled some words and transformed into an evil witch.

"We can't let her rule-" the queen stabbed a random civilian in the back. "As I was saying.."

Sona sighed, her pink hair waving in the wind. She moved her wand in circular motion and chanted some words. As The evil queen screamed she couldn't stop from changing into a maroon crystal. Sona looked around before sprinting to where her remains laid.

" I almost forgot, we have a ball to go to!" I called out, and I saw she left my scepter. As I grabbed it and drew a triangle in mid-air. I teleported to Sona and we went back to my room in the castle. We sprinted to the dressing rooms and slipped on corsets while picking out a Flapper style dress and red high heels.

We both were wearing a shade of red, mine was a deep red hers was more of a sunrise red. My hair was simple, Deep sea blue braid. Almost like the ocean, flowing down to my hips.Sona held my arm and waved her wand. We arrived back at the ball. I noticed my father, the king, was missing. I did notice my escort waiting by the rose garden. I bowed my head with a shy smile.

"My dearest friend, you're here." I smiled as I arrived at where he was standing. " Oh darling, you look magnificent." he spoke while taking my hand and walking me inside the ball room.

My escort Jase left to get wine as I walked over to my blonde haired and slim body and friend Chelsea.

She was laughing with her guys. As soon as she saw me she looked curious. She patted her friends on the back and walked over to me. Her dress flowed down to her ankles, its corset outlining her waist. She was about to speak when my father, the king, walked in. His head held low.

"My daughter..have you heard? Your mother was Assassinated.."His tone went Cold after he was done talking. I was pretending to cry.Fake crying. I've been in theatre for eight years, it's not that hard to cry. The saddest part was either the fact that I didn't feel sympathy for my mothers death or I could fake cry and nobody noticed it wasn't real .Before my mom turned wicked after her sister poisoned her wine in spite. I went to theatre. Learning how to cry was one of the first things we were taught. My mother always told me theatre was the art of emotions after all.

The air that circled the room went thin, people lowered their voices and bowed their heads. My grandmother silently fell to her knees while the room was full with whispers and cold air. My father stood tall looking me in the eyes. " You, my sweet Celestia. Only at the age of eight-teen, will be the queen of Haevell." His voice was tense yet kind. He took the crown off the top of his head, as his eyes filled with tears. He softly smiled at me, his eyes full of joy.

The whole room Gasped, others murmured in argument. "She's not fit for royalty!" someone in the room screamed. I turned around as someone screamed again. "Listen, you may not vote for my righteousness. It's in my royal blood. My duty to be your queen." I stormed furiously out of the ball room.

As soon as I was out of everyone's sight I started running, tears drifted down my face. Black ink blurred with the crystal clear liquid.I ran to my room, kicking off My heels' ripped the hair tie out of my hair, my hair falling like an ocean of tears. At this point it didn't matter if they saw me like this. I was the Queen, and that's that. " I am the royal, I have the thickest blood.-" I hesitated " I AM THEIR QUEEN!" I bellowed while hearing the volume of my voice, it shook the walls.

My Mother always told me I would be the queen, I never believed her. It is always the male to inherit the throne. My brother, Mars was supposed to take the throne. Not me, girls were treated like garbage; or a stray dog.

" No wonder Alicia poisoned Lorelai... The throne meant more than family.."