Magical Royalty

The Wedding Of The Prince

The sacred castle of ancient Magic was marvelllously decorated in the colours of gleaming silver and black (The colour of the royalty of Magic).

It was indeed a sudden but significant day for the Magical community. The crown prince of magic was to get married again. The crown prince, who already had three young children, one already confirmed as heir to the kingdom, did not seem to have any interest in having another marriage for about 8 years and now he found himself agreeing to getting married to a young princess from France whom he had not even laid his eyes upon.

Of course the Queen had thought the idea as a fabulous way to build relationships with the international community. Eventually, the middle aged Prince had to give in and he agreed to his mother's wish. He did not care anymore. The only thing he knew was the fact that the young French girl was just going to be left out. Her whole life ruining ahed of her. He could only love his Lucy and that was it. No other women, young or old could take the place of the love of her life.

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"I Did not wish to Attend!"...
"You do not Understand Windy.."
"The only future Queen will be my mother and her only! Not that French veela!!"

"No! Just look at her nose windy.. Crooked and hawked!.. How could father betray my mother as such!! With a women whom can not even get close to my mother's beauty.!..."

"I shall not accept her and that's final!"

Princess Beatrice found herself squirming under her horribly large dress as her caretaker Lady windy pinned her down after the brutally exhausting Royal Wedding.

The caretaker nodded sympathetic to Beatrice 's ruthless remarks on her new step mother' s features.

"Oh look at her overly large brests Windy.. She absolutely looks like an enormous pig in an expensive dress!!" Beatrice scowled in dismay.
She had indeed undoubtedly inherited his father's uncontrolled temper.

"My princess.. I am quite sure we must not question his majesty Alastair's decision and insult her grace Marguerite Claire Dextern... I'm afraid my princess you will be in grave trouble if you keep on your behaviour... You will indefinitely be punished to most cruelty.. Whatever the reason we must respect the Queen and your father, his majesty.."the caretaker, stroked a stubborn strand of flaming red hair out of the teen age girl in front of her.

Caretaker Windy was a 20 year old girl, much alike Beatrice herself. She had come to the palace to work to help their family of 5 children along with her severely ill father and her blinded mother. She had been the oldest of the house hold and had been forced to work from the little ages of 14. Beatrice actually preferred her company. She always referred to her as one of the most experienced and wise people to whom she could trust tell anything with.

"Windy.." Beatrice gazed gently upon the Girl who was in overly large servent clothings, the mark of the Royal servants burnt visibly on her collarbone.

"Yes my princess.." she replied as they locked eyes together.

Beatrice hesitated, "Does it still heart Windy.. The mark.."

Windy turned the colour of scarlett as she started looking away. Beatrice quickly went over to her and held her hand. She could now see tears of vulnerability and pain falling over her face.
" I'm sorry Windy.. I shouldn't have asked you.. Really sorry.. Actually.."
Beatrice meant every words of it. She did not at all agree with the royal servents getting the mark of royalty burnt upon their skin.

Windy got up and quietly pinned down Beatrice as uncomfortable silence fell upon them.
" You know.. When I become queen I will put a stop to that stupid loathesome rule..." Beatrice said, still staring at Windy's red eyes. Windy smiled, gently patting Beatrice on the back.
"I am sure you will my princess..."

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Windy

Mark of Royalty