An Unexpected Reunion Ends in a Choice Between a Journey to the Altar or Death.
Floravera is a magical kingdom, filled with people, magic, & dragons. There are multiple kingdoms like this around the globe. However, Floravera is known to be the Prett...
"Death is a reminder to live; it's not what you have at the end of life, it's what you leave behind that matters" - Rocklynn Valente
Her words will haunt me forever, they were meant to make me realize how proud she is of me. Instead, it makes me feel even worse that she's gone, and I'm not.
I take a drag from my cigar. I can't get drunk yet, so this will have to do. As we speak, over a thousand people will are coming here, and will arrive within the next couple of hours. To 'celebrate' my becoming of the Queen of Floravera.
My mother died yesterday, yet everyone is running down here to get drunk to the new Queen. How cheerful. I grit my teeth, I don't want to handle the royals today.
"You know, smoking is very bad for your lungs." Charles, my butler says behind me.
"Do I look like I give a damn?" I don't turn to face him. I take another hit from my cigar as I stare out at the horizon. I'm sitting on the far cliff side in my backyard, because someone thought it would be a good idea to build a castle on a cliff.
"You look like you're about to start a world war." He stated, now beside me.
"And what if I am?" I tilt my head up and to the side to let my eyes bore into his.
"It would be wise to tell me, as I do help prepare all of your outfits, and make your bed, and keep you fed, and well, you know? keep you **alive**. Should I carry on?" I roll my eyes. "Or can you finish up here, so we can get you into your dress for the big greeting?"
"Right the greeting. Time to celebrate my mother's death." I say with sarcasm, my voice filled with fake glee. I finish off my cigar, and throw it off the cliff.
"We are NOT celebrating your mother's death. You know this is to celebrate your becoming. It's just, sadly under bad circumstances." I can see his shoulders falter as he says that. He very obviously feels a similar grief as me at her passing. Maybe even worse than me. He's known her since he was just a boy. His words, not mine.
"Yeah very bad circumstances." I sigh, then get up from my rock seat that I made about 10 minutes ago. "Let's do this."
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5:45pm, or so I think it is. The sun is setting over the horizon, which means dinner has just finished. Now it's time for the greeting.
I can hear music from downstairs, ball room music. I stand in front of my mirror, checking my dress, it's big poofy black dress. My favorite color. It's got lace sewed on everywhere. A corset on my breast, and stomach, the corset does very little to keep my breasts in though. Then the bottom half flows into a laidback poofy ring.
