MY ONE AND ONLY QUEEN

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 1, 𝐀 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

Hi! Im Amythyst Vivienne Pierce, a princess in the modern age, found myself caught between the allure and the constraints of my royal lineage.

While the novelty of being a princess in this day and age held its own charm, certain aspects of her life felt like a gilded cage.

The constant presence of paparazzi, their flashes blinding my eyes, made even the simplest outings a chore. The palace walls, once a haven of privacy, now felt like a fortress against the relentless gaze of the public.

"It's like we're living in a fishbowl," i said as i wrote it i my diary, my pen scratching across the page with a sigh.

My family, though, was a constant source of comfort.

Father, King Alfred, ruled with a stern but fair hand, ensuring we were treated equally, without any hint of favoritism.

Mother, Queen Cassandra, was a beacon of joy and adventure, her infectious laughter brightening even the gloomiest of days.

And then there was Leonard, my brother, destined to inherit the throne.

I, content with my life as a princess, had no desire for the weighty responsibilities that came with the crown.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

"What do you mean, arranged marriage?" I exclaimed, my voice laced with disbelief.

Father replied with a calm, if somewhat distant, tone, "Don't worry, it won't interfere with your studies."

"Good..." I sighed, my voice heavy with resignation. "But Father, I just turned into a teen yesterday!"

Deep down, my reluctance stemmed from my aversion to the immense responsibilities that came with being Queen.

The expectations, the scrutiny, the weight of a nation on my shoulders - it all felt overwhelming.

"Amy, this doesn't mean you're getting married right away," Father assured me.

"I know, Father," I replied, my voice laced with a hint of desperation. "But... I just don't want to be Queen."

"Don't want to be Queen?" Mother, who had entered the room unannounced, echoed my words, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Did I heard that right?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of amusement.

I nodded, my gaze fixed on her worried expression.

"Oh, really?" Mother chuckled, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint.

"Well, when I was your age, I found out I was going to marry your father. I studied harder, focused on becoming a proper Queen." She glanced at Father, her eyes softening as they met his.

"My life changed," she whispered, her voice filled with a tender love that spanned the years.

"I remember those days," Father replied, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he looked at my mother.

I realized I was the third wheel in this romantic interlude and cleared my throat. This pisses me off.

"Ehem," I interjected, my voice a little strained.

"Oh, alright," Father said, turning back to me. "What do you think?"

"I'm still thinking about it," I replied, my mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions.

"Well, make it a bit faster," Father said, his tone firm. "We're going to meet them today."

My heart skipped a beat. I wasn't prepared. Not at all.

I had read about royal family history, understood the political benefits of arranged marriages.

But that didn't lessen the feeling of helplessness that washed over me.

Like, What kind of person was this prince? Would he be kind? Was I even fit to be Queen? Fear, like a cold hand, gripped my heart.

Without a moment's hesitation, I said, "Fine. I'll accept this arrangement." My voice was steady, but my heart pounded like a drum in my chest.

I couldn't believe myself i said that.

Later that day, I found myself standing in the grand hall of my future husband's palace.

Leonard, consumed by his studies, had stayed behind.

As we entered the hall, a couple approached us, their faces etched with regal composure.

"Welcome, fellow sovereign," the King, Edgar, greeted us, his voice deep and resonant. "I trust our meeting will be fruitful for both our realms."

"Indeed, Edgar," Father replied, his tone warm and diplomatic. "Our realms have much to gain from cooperation, and I believe our meeting today is a step in the right direction."

The two Kings shook hands, followed by me and the Queen.

The meeting was a blur of diplomatic jargon and political maneuvering.

Feeling out of place and overwhelmed, I excused myself, claiming a desire to explore the palace.

King Edgar, sensing my unease, granted me permission, and I slipped away, my heart heavy with a sense of foreboding.

As I wandered through the opulent corridors, I found myself alone, tears welling up in my eyes.

The weight of my decision, the uncertainty of my future, the fear of the unknown - it all came crashing down on me. Im soooo dumb to agreed to this.

But something tells me that this is a sign of change. To have a better future.

I found a secluded spot on the grand staircase and sank down, letting the tears flow freely. I had made a mistake. A terrible mistake.

"Excuse me... Are you okay?" A gentle voice broke through my despair.

Thanks for reading :>