𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐒 | 𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓

𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗. 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

⃕⋆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒏

*ੈ✩‧₊˚CARALYN ALLOWED THE PARADISE THAT WAS SALVEN TO EMBRACE HER FOR THE REMAINING TIME SHE WAS THERE. In her innermost being, she knew that she was reaching the end of her short yet prolonged time of peace.

Cara learned to preserve her peace from a young age and not because someone had told her, but because she realized it was what she had to do to survive. Her father was King of an entire Continent, not just some mere country. From even a young age, Cara observed her father and the people around her, coming to an understanding that her father had to stand strong or danger threatened their lives. Her grandmother, the lovely Dowager, at the time, was also involved in politics as a member of the Cabinet. Everyone had their place because they established it.

Cara ensured to establish her position when she was a mere ten years old when she began to study political science, communications, law and public policy and decided to join in on meetings. Sometimes she'd smile when she remembered the time she just walked into the Cabinet room an hour before the meeting and pulled a chair from a separate room to be seated right behind her father. Her father had asked what she was doing there when he showed up and she could tell the other members were listening as well.

"I'm working." She said as she pulled out a notebook, with Cara's Notes and Policies written on the front in large letters in a sharpie, and took out a pencil.

Alejandro merely chuckled, nodding and sat in the "big chair" as Cara named it and called the meeting to order. She wrote down words she didn't know and phrases and documents that she couldn't wrap her head around. After each meeting from then on out, she would crack open books and ask for old documents to review – which she usually did in her father's office. Alejandro, noting Cara's interest in being involved, had a custom desk made to be seated in front of her father's.

It was made of bloodwood and was long enough to hold Cara's literature, notebooks, writing utensils, and a candlelight with some extra room. It was foldable so he could tuck it in the corner of his office for when Cars came in.

Therefore, Cara established her desire to become the next ruler of the Continent, a sentiment that many agreed with.

But establishing was a double edged sword.

From the moment she became a lady of the court at fourteen, her childhood ended without her meaning to. Although Alejandro assured her that she was still young and had her freedom, she knew better than to believe his little white lie. From then on, all eyes were on her. No mistakes could be made. No more little girl games. She was the future – one they couldn't afford to slip out of their greedy grasps.

Peace became rare for Cara as she adopted what many called a "radical" mindset. What these fools couldn't comprehend was that the base of the word "radical" meant root. She went for the root of the problem.

Why wasn't there funding for more school problems? Where was it going? Why are tax brackets for the wealthy not high enough? Where are the taxes going? Why were corporations, that they regulated, not rehiring women after maternity leave? How were women and men supposed to live in a society without a livable wage?

She lived for the people. She did not care for the politicians who decided they wanted a coin or more in their pockets by any means. When many realized she wasn't there for them, they tried everything in their power to get her to bow to their whim. And when they did that, people noticed. Those officials were usually not up for reelection at the end of their terms as the people voted for other candidates to go up for primaries.