Coming For The Crown

Twelve

I have been focusing on the tomorrow, this is to show the kingdoms the next rulers or the chairs. The chairs are people who are like the counsel, but the only make suggest to the next rulers and we get to pick them out. I refuse to let my father and mother help me with any of the preparations. I still upset on what they did a month ago with me and Elliot.

I just have today and tonight to get everything ready for the ball. "It is looking beautiful." I hear from the doorway; I turn and see Harvey. I can't get the gut feeling out that what Elliot said was right. I look at what he is wearing, it was a normal button shirt with some buttons undo. I look at his overall outfit and looks like he just grabs this and put it on. His hair was messy and looks like he had been doing something to make it very tangled. I look down, I was just telling what Elliot said get to me again; Harvey was probable just training.

I nod my head at him, before back around to the ballroom in front of me. I hear his footsteps on the ballroom floor coming closer to me, I keep my back turn. I hear his footsteps stop; I could feel him behind me. He put his right arm around my waist, before stepping in front of me. I look up in his eyes, he is looking in mine. Green eyes met blue eyes, like grass and the ocean. I put my hands around his neck, and he puts his other arm around my waist.

In the middle of this empty ballroom, you could only hear our footsteps waltzing. I didn't notice the sound; I am focus on him and me. Something I have done in quite some time, with Elliot and everything. I take one of my hands and put it on his check which he leans into. I feel a smile form as I watch him.

We just keep dancing picturing music in the background. I felt eyes on us, so I stopped dancing and turn where I felt eyes. There Elliot was standing the doorway looking at us. He looked like he had lost everything he has, and I mean everything. He had dark circles under his eyes they were red and puffy around.

I watch as he looks down at the floor and turns away not before putting a note on the table on the little table outside. I leave Harvey's arms and walk over to the door he was at. I walk over to the staircase he came from he was already gone, but I still hear his faint steps. I turn my head to look at the note, I walk over and pick it up. It read:

Dear Princess Eleanor,

I know you do not wish to hear from me, but I come down to tell you that Amara as woken. She won't be healthy enough to join the ball tomorrow. I know we are busy already with everything, so I have talked about the ball and how you could not visit today or tomorrow. She has asked if you could come the day after tomorrow, I told her I would ask you if you could. Please do come, she looks up to you. I will leave, I will do anything as long as my sweet, graceful bird can see her hero.

From,

Elliot

I felt my heart crush, I wasn't there for Amara went she woke. Elliot is right, I am too busy to visit her today and tomorrow. I feel so bad, I shouldn't have our augment get in-between me and Amara. "Love?" I hear Harvey asks me, I look at me and shake my head.  "Hey, what's wrong?" He asks me as he takes the letter out of my hands and pulls me into a hug. I let my walls down and break down. I missed her waking up because of a stupide fight with her dad. 

I stood there crying like a baby for missing her waking up, I have been in that room every night no matter what. Why did I not go the room, even if we had fought, we both would have been there. "I-I need t-to talk to E-Elliot." I stutter out through my tears; I feel Harvey stiffen. I look up at his head to see him nodding, but not looking at me. I follow my head to quickly see a dress vanish, I look back at him this time he is looking at me. I back away from him and head to the room that has Amara in it, I know he will be there. 

I am almost to the door when I hear muffle crying, it is coming from down the hall, past Amara's room. I follow the sound to see a sitting Elliot with his hand over his mouth, crying his eyes out, his head on the wallpaper, and he is legs are close to his chest. I listen to his soft, muffle crying for a few minutes before he starts to speak. "Oh gods, why have you done this to me? Why does my life have to be so bad?" He cries out, you could hear that he is broken. I felt a wave of something hit my stomach, I felt as if it was my fault for making his life so bad. I shake my head and walk away, making the feeling go up and the sorrow for him build. 

I walk back down; I get to the staircase to see father and mother standing there with their head bowed. "Father, mother?" I ask as I come down the stairs, they look at me with sorrow. My father looks at my mother before heading his head. "Your father and I are sorry for our choice of actions last month. We know what we did is not right regarding to you being the next Queen. We hope you accept this apology and let us help you with the rest of the ballroom." My mother says with a soft smile at the end. I nod my head; I don't have to think twice about this.  

I am pulled into a hug by my mother, my father shook his head at his wife while I giggle. "Oh, my sweet baby!" My mother says while keeping us in a family hug still. I hug back, making my mother let go of my father but focusing on me only now. I didn't mind, I have not had hugs since last month from my parents. I probable still have tears stains on my cheeks but let me forget that for now. 

After the hug we head into the ballroom and start at the task in hand. I put in finishes touches on stage while father and mother focus on the band and floor plan. I stand on the podium and look out over it; I am lifted a good four or five inches in the hair with this.  I image everyone here looking at me as I gave my speech on why I will make them proud of me for being their queen. 

I truly do not believe I will have to do that tomorrow; I take a deep breath. Tomorrow will be a very eventful day. I can already fill it coming. Nothing bad better happen at the ball, if something does, they or what will regret it. I smile at the fact that if anyone is being foolish will be asked to will or exerted out. I will have to see what Tomorrow brings.