The Queen and Her Alpha

Chapter 3

I look around, my subjects all eating and drinking, everyone enjoying this, I said to myself. As for me, I am as stiff as a board, and my nerves are on end. This is all so crazy, never had I imagined that just attending a feast, and not even a royal feast, would be so stressful.

I felt a tug on my sleeve, I turned around looking down. It was a little girl, her face was smeared with dirt and her long blonde hair was knotted into a braid. "Queen, are you going to take away our food?" The little one asked.

"Of course not, love! I will be helping you get more and more food. Why would you think I would take food out of your belly?"

"Papa said that the old King took our food, that's why we only had biscuits and gravy, my lady," the child said in response. Then her cheeks blushing a bit, "Have you found your King, yet?"

Now it was my turn to blush. "Oh, no. I haven't and I don't plan on finding him so fast." I leaned in close to her, "I'm very shy," I whispered in her ear.

"Why not?" the little girl said.

"I don't know, i'm just not ready for a king, yet."

"I guess I understand. I'm not ready for a husband, either," she said, looking down, her eyebrows pointed downwards, thinking about something. I leaned down to her, her eyes flickering up at me. "I believe you will marry someone wonderful," I say.

"Do you really think so?"

"I know so."

Taking one last look of her, I wanted to do something nice for this child, whom has shown me so much kindness. "Would you like to come into the palace, I'll do your hair like it's fit for a princess," I smiled. Her little dirt stained face immediately turned up in a huge smile. Her rosey cheeks glowed with happiness. She would be beautiful when she grows older, I can already tell. "If course, Queen Karissa."

We walked into the castle, headed for my royal chambers. Once we reached my bedroom, I sat her in front of my vanity mirror and grabbed my comb, gently brushing out her tangles. She just sat there, her knotted hair not causing her any pain.

"What is your name?" I asked her, realizing that I hadn't asked earlier.

"Harmony," she giggled. "My mother named me."

"Well that is a beautiful name, little one."

I brushed out her hair and began braiding her hair around the crown of her head and into a spiral down to the nape of her neck. I took a piece of hair from each side of her head and wet it with water, wrapping it around my finger, then letting it cascade down in a elegant curl. I then took a wash cloth and wet that also, wiping the dirt from her face. "There you go, Harmony. You look like a princess."

Author's Note:
It has been a while. So enjoy, even though it's a bit short.