Imperfect Queen

Not such a magnificent impression

Hello, I have a lot to explain. I know I gave up on posting this on here and just posted it somewhere else. However, you guys convinced me, so after a year and a half, I decided to post Inperfect Queen on here too!
This was written by me, and beta'd by SwanDestiny

When those doors opened, Agatha

knew she was basically dead. A rush of nervousness washed through her, and she didn't know what to expect from anybody, having no idea of what they'd think of an ugly girl like her for the prince's bride.

She felt trepidation crawl through her skin like a flesh eating bug, which was not a pleasant thought. Agatha felt like hiding in a hole, and letting the hole swallow her so she doesn't ever have to face this place again.

"What was I thinking?" Agatha thought again.

More importantly, what are they thinking? What would they find in her?

"Well, they aren't going to find you beautiful, that's for sure," Agatha thought sullenly.

Agatha's first view was that this room was as big as hers, only that it had three couches instead of a bed. The walls had blue tapestry with golden swirls, along with some paintings here and there. She found painting of roses and castles, and found them more reassuring to look at then the king and the prince. It also had a chimney at the back of the room, with a small fire burning the wood.

The moment she so dreaded has arrived. Oh no, oh no oh no oh no.

"Your Majesty, your Highness, this is Agatha of Woods Beyond, your future wife and queen," Tristan announced, Agatha's stomach sunk when he said those words.

Tearing her gaze from the comforting painting, and for the first time, Agatha looked at the two men standing in front of her. The king looked as if he was in his late thirties, with handsome features including blonde hair and charming blue eyes. The king was wearing a dark blue coat over a white tunic, not too fancy but still exquisite. He held an expression of surprise mixed with confusion, (not that Agatha blamed him), but quickly covered it up with a flashing smile. The person next to him was like a carbon copy, with the same blonde hair, same blue eyes, and even the same expression of confusion on his face,  the only difference being that he was at least twenty years younger. He wore black breeches, a white linen shirt with a light blue vest over it.

"No, no, no no no no no no no!" Agatha kept on thinking repeatedly in her mind. "This is not right. I do not belong here. Take me away, please, please!"

But Agatha's prayers were not answered.

The four stood in an awkward silence, everybody unsure of what to say. Agatha was clear that she would only speak if she was asked to, and was starting to doubt if she could still speak in her state of being paralyzed. Her nerves were eating her alive, and she could feel pairs of eyes looking at her in confusion like lasers ready to burn her. And why wouldn't they? She knew she looked terrible, and looked like anything but a princess.

Thankfully, the king finally broke the extremely, awkward silence.

"Ah great! Is my pleasure to meet you, Agatha, I am Arthur, this is my son, Tedros, you guys will be getting married," The king (or Arthur, Agatha really didn't know how to refer to him) solemnly said, with a tint of disappointment in his voice.

'Really? Didn't know that' Agatha thought sarcastically. She wanted to say it, but decided it probably would be seen as rude, and deep down, she preferred to not make such a bad impression, well, worse than what it already was.

"We've been waiting for you quite a while, take a seat, and make yourself comfortable," King Arthur said, taking a seat in a burgundy couch, Tedros sat next to him, Agatha took a seat by herself in a red recliner, unsuringly seating herself in the plush chair,