Second thoughts

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          The Royal dinner was one of the main things I disliked about the 'Royal Togetherness' events. I thought that there was absolutely no need for it. Why would they want to have a bunch of royal beings all sit at a table together. It was nothing but awkwardness, hidden insults, side-eyes and political talk. Everyone, and that means everyone would be incredibly stiff, and I already felt the suffocating tension.

          I heard someone knock on my door. "Come in."

          Candice walked towards me and fixed the jeweled necklace I had on. "You look pretty, are you excited about dinner." Candice smiled.

          "Actually I'm dreading it." I was more excited about after the dinner.

          "You'll be okay, I promise." Candice reassured while taking my hands into hers. Even though we are twins, I could tell the difference between my sister and myself. While I had straight hair, Candice had hers wavy and to the side. While my pink dress, that was exactly the same as Candices, showed my body that had little curves to it; Candice's dress hugged her body just right showing her visible curves. We looked the same by face, but we were not the same.

          "Hey. You okay? You seem distracted." Candice asked, concern written all over her face.

          "What happens after your coronation?" I blurted out. Candice's look of surprise made it was obvious she was very confused by what I had just said.

          "What do you mean?"

         "What I mean is, once your crowned queen, what will happen to us.....What will happen to me?"

         "Mary..."

        "It's just that you will be so busy with your duties. I don't think I'll know what to do with myself."

         "Well...you can do whatever you want." Candice stated. "You could travel, party, do thing you've always wanted to do. You could marry and start a family if you wanted. You could do anything you wanted, Mary."


         "Anything...I can truly do anything?"

          Anything I wanted...what if I don't know what I want?

         Candice nodded. "You can even give me nieces and nephews later on. That would be much appreciated."

        I laughed. "You want to become an aunt? Aren't you gonna have kids of your own?"

 
        "Fuck no. Fuck them kids!"

          "Candice! Language!"

          Candice shrugged her shoulders. "What? If I have kids, that would require me to have a man besides me. Our family being our family, mom and dad wouldn't want me to have a random baby daddy lying around. They would want me to marry."

          I raised my eyebrow. I didn't know where she was going with this. "You don't want to get married one day."

          "Hell no!"

           "Why?"

           "Because if I married someone, that means they would have to take the title as king. You know some men these days with their egos and masculinity flying off the fucking charts. They would want the man to take over my responsibilities. To take the throne for himself while I stand on the side. I don't want that. I will be the first woman to ascend the Selvincian thrown in decades. I want to be an amazing ruler, and I will be. I don't need anyone else trying to take that away."

          I watched my sister speak so passionately. I never knew Candice felt that way, she never told me. Seemed we both had secrets and plans we hadn't told one another.

         Yes, I did want to be queen too. And yes, I was envious of her, but hearing her speak of the thrown and becoming queen made me realize that Candice was truly fit for the role. Her passion, strive, and confidence have proven that.

          That was something I didn't have. I didn't have the confidence and was always second guessing myself. Sugar snaps! If anything, I could become the queen of second guessing!


         I don't like confrontations and arguments, especially politically. I don't like displeasing people. I'd came to the conclusion that Candice will make a great ruler and that she deserved the throne. And at that, some of the jealousy towards my twin was gone. Like it had just disappeared in thin air inside of me.

          It's made me wonder, do I even have what it takes to be a queen? Is it something I even want? Should I even be doing this bet?

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