This road was the only one Penelope wanted to ride down, her hair was flowing down and behind her, she looked like a goddess. Her beautiful dress was an ivory coloured dress with golden flowers climbing up the dress. She watched as the people of France both rich and the poor came to watch her coronation. She rode at a walk through the streets till she got to the Queen. Kneeling she spoke with grace she had not had before, "I, Penelope, Princess Royal, do become your liege woman of life and limb and of earthly worship, and faith and truth I will bear unto thee, to live and die against all manner of folks. I will serve to my dying breaths."
The Queen simply smiled.
"I name you Lady Penelope, Next in line to the throne, Duchess of Normandy and Princess Royal." The queen with a gentle smile took the beautiful circlet from the cushion her footman carried. She put it on top of Penelope's head then watched with pride as Penelope danced in the streets with nobles, maids, pheasants, butlers, strangers and friends.
As she danced the night away the stars had never seemed to shine so bright compared to tonight and the planets aligned. A miracle. A marvellous miracle.
Songs filled the streets it was no longer the violins and pianos, it was a choir. A choir of the people, they may have been off key at some parts and not the opera singers of royalty but they where more beautiful as they sung the sweet song they loved to sing as they spun in harmony. Smiling and laughing, hardships where forgotten, love was remembered and faith restored. Penelope spoke in their language fluent and precise as she met kids.
Smiling she gave them paint. She let their imaginations wander as even adults joined in painting the streets with dreams, hopes and true beauty.
They painted flowers, trees, horses, foxes, wolves, unicorns, dragons, castles and more. In the middle they had all painted Penelope and the queen, side by side, royal. The party lasted through the night, deep into the morning as people finally went to go sleep before returning to work the next day.
Penelope took on her role with elegance, love and strength. She volunteered at hospitals, she met with councils, she attended balls, competed in horse competitions, trained the best horses in all of France and became renowned as the Lady with the Horse. France knew of her struggles. And France protected her from them.
A/N : Thank you all for the love and patience ❤️
Anyways sorry it short but that is because the next chapter is much longer and I didn't want to start digging into that drama yet.
Anyways love you all. Eat, drink and sleep - even a little will be amazing. Remember if no one else does I love you (not including murderers, rapists and extreme haters etc.)
Anyways next chapter comes out tomorrow or later tonight!
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FanfictionPenelope Featherington the little insipid wallflower. That's who I am. I have been fighting my whole life just for a place at the table. So I left to make my own. Here in France.
