How a Royal fell in love with a Commoner

Chapter Eleven

"Their Royal Highness, Princess Anne and Sarah of Italy. Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands." Lucas's name was not even mentioned. The trumpets sounded and the doors opened. They didn't break ranks as they walked into the monstrous room. There was a large dark marble table that looked like it has just been plonked there. Twelve seats all around it.

From Left to right Queens from all over Europe sat looking at them. From left to right. The Queen of Switzerland, looking old as ever. The Queen of France who still hadn't lost any weight since the last time Sarah had seen her three years ago. The Queen of Spain, looked up at Sarah with a look of disgust. (Sarah refused her son for Marriage six months earlier.) An empty seat awaited Beatrix. Next to Beatrix Sarah's other Grandmother sat, looking at her Granddaughter with warm eyes. In the centre, as she wouldn't of sat in any-other place, Queen Mikolina sat. Her head high and glaring at the group. Princess Anne's seat was on her mother left where the Crown Princess should be. The Queen of Portugal looked up from speaking to the Queen of Norway. Both shot evil looks at Beatrix and Anne, for standing up with Sarah and Lucas. The Queen of Sweden simply looked bored, she didn't look pleased that she was forced to sit here. The Queen of Greece didn't look happy to be sitting there either.

There  were two seats directly opposite  the large table. All turned silent as they walked in. All of the Queen's stood but did not bow when Beatrix and Anne took their seats. Sarah and Lucas glanced at the group of Queens. " Your Royal Highness." Lucas and Sarah muttered and bowed. All of them sat down in the seats and waited for Mikolina to speak.

"I bring this meeting to order." Mikolina started and then glanced at some papers. " You Lady Sarah Leone De Medici. Countess of Torrimaggore and Duchess of Florence. Princesses of the United Kingdom and the Kingdom of Italy. After we have looked at the reports of this boy." Mikolina waved her hand in Lucas's direction. " As we have seen from the reports, this boy's family has not a single drop of blue blood in his veins. Thus making it illegal by European law for you two to be a couple. As of that I do not give my consent for you two to be mistaken for courting. I forbid it. I will not allow it." Mikolina said to Sarah and Lucas.

"I think that affairs of the heart are not for any kingdom to consent to or not." Beatrix shouted out.

"As she is a member of my court and my kingdom I think I have that right, and adding to that as her Grandmother." Mikolina shot back.

"I think we all remember your affairs of the heart Mikolina, I think your husband remembered them well. God rest his soul." Elizabeth Queen of England smirked.

Mikolina was not going down that easy. " Elizabeth I didn't allow my daughter-in-law. Ohh excuse me "ex" daughter in law." Mikolina laughed." To go around sleeping around with foreign men when she still held a title of Princess."

"No but you allowed your daughter to lie to her own father about your affairs." Anne shot at her mother. Mikolina looked angry now but she stopped herself and calmed down.  The whole table looked shocked at Anne's comment.

" Grandmother I think that who I marry, court and see is my business." Sarah managed to say. "I would all so like to announce to the court, that me and Lucas are engaged." Sarah flicked her left hand into the air for them to see. Mikolina looked like she had been slapped, it was like a picture in Sarah's face. Elizabeth beamed up at her granddaughter. The Queen's looked in shock at the ring. "My son's ring was five times better than that." The Queen of Spain stood and shouted, it was quite funny with her waving her arms about.

"Well if your son was not an arrogant...." Sarah started to say, but Anne’s hand had already become firmer on her daughter, telling her to control herself.

" I give my blessing." Elizabeth said and rose from her seat.  She walked over to the couple, and kissed them. She held their hands and looked straight at Mikolina. " I am not going to sit here and hear you try to break this couple up. You all-ways seem to forget that Sarah is also my family, also my granddaughter. Beatrix and Anne stood up and joined them. Nobody else stood to support, they were all too scared to what Mikolina would do if they dared defied her. The continued to look in disgust at the thought of a commoner even dare touch a Princess.

"How dare you. How dare you all." Sarah shouted at the Queens that still sat at the table. "Who do you think you are to decide my future. Most of you women sat her married in to royalty. Blue blood maybe, but royal blood no."

"You forget Princess." The Queen of France said mockingly. " With your " oh so royal blood" has made no difference to you. So do not preach to us about royal blood."

"I wish all your Majesty’s to hold your tough and let me speak, for your royal blood maybe you could show some respect that you should have, since you preach about it enough."

" You insolent, spoiled girl. How dare you."  The Queen of Norway shouted.

"I wish all of you to shut your mouths as I speak." Sarah shouted. They had not been spoken to like that. Ever, they held their head even higher and stopped talking.

"How could you do this to be Grandmother?" Sarah pleaded.

"I am your Grandmother and your Queen. I will not allow this marriage to happen. I will do everything in my power."

" It is not up to you, this is my fairy tale. You married for Poisson at court, nothing more. You didn't marry for love. Do you even know what love is Grandmother?!" Sarah asked with a shriek in her voice.

"You are a member of my royal family. A member of my court. A Princess of Italy. You will not bring shame to me or my throne."

Sarah didn't say anything for a few seconds. Then she made up her mind. " If that is the case I abdicate my rightful full claim to the throne of Italy." Sarah said with her head higher than ever. The whispers from around the table were like buzzing from a bee-hive. " I choose love and marriage over you and your crown." Sarah turned to her mother and placed the crown back onto her mother’s head. Mikolina still kept her head high, but Anne and Sarah could see her crying inside.

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