Floravera; Where dreams become reality.

🔜 Chapter Three 🔚

By Arabella:
[December 4th]

"Take the first step; Even the higher royals were once beginners. Don't be afraid to take the first step, you never know where the path will lead you." - George Valente

Cold, all I feel is cold. "Arabella, your highness. It is time to awake" someone says in the distance.

Where am I? It's pitch black in here. "Arabella!" Something grabs my arm. My eyes shoot open, as my butler shakes my arm.

"Arnold? You scared the shit out of me." I raise up, and hold my chest. My heart likes to try and kill itself when my emotions are too great.

"I'm Sorry. But I had to wake you. It's already 10am, and your coronation is today." He walks over to my mirror, that has my coronation dress hung on it.

My coronation dress... my coronation day. Oh. No. It's today, I have to be crowned Queen today. In front of thousands of people. My breathing picks up, as I imagine all of their faces staring at me with pity, and disappointment at their new Queen.

Arnold places a hand on my shoulder. "Calm down. You're overthinking. You have rehearsed this day since you were a baby, you have nothing to worry about."

"But I do. In my rehearsals my mother was always there. Now she isn't, and i have to stand before thousands of judgy people!" I yell at him. My heart was still beating at 'imma burst outta here' speed.

"Judgy people are nothing. If they look down on you, then they're jealous. If they feel pity for you, then they've been through something similar. They're all just people who are watching you be crowned. You. You take the crown, and have say over them all. Their feelings are invalid to you." His hand had moved to pat my back.

He's right. No matter how they feel, they can't do anything about it. "That's true." I stare at my fingers, my nails are bitten off. I do that when I'm stressed.

"Come on. You don't have time to wallow in yourself pity. Your coronation is in 4 hours, and you haven't even brushed your teeth." He steps away from the bed, so I can get up.

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"Ouch" I groan as my maid tightens my corset, then ties it off.

"I'm sorry, your majesty." I watch her in the mirror as she takes a deep breath, obviously nervous. People have always feared the royals, but since I'm in ascendance; they fear me like I am about to burn their entire world down. 

"It's alright." She fluffs out my dress. It's a low cut, golden- red, poofy dress. The entire thing is red, but there is a design on of gold all around it. Then gold makes up the sleeves. My hair is half up, half down in a half pinned back ponytail. Then my tiara sits on top. The tiara will be replaced with a crown later.

The maid, Leslie grabs my heels. "Last thing" I step down from the podium, as I do there's a knock at my door. It must be Arnold.

"Who is it?" Leslie walks over, and opens the door. She gasps, and slams the door at whoever it was. "Leslie! Who is it?!"

I walk over to where she is. She's shaken. Who would have this much effect on a poor maid? "Kelvick." She shuttered out. That makes sense.

I sigh. "You can't just shut the door in people's face like that."

"But, he's dangerous. His family killed-" she stops herself. Everyone knows about who all the Kelvicks killed, however she looks so traumatized. It's as if they killed her, then let her walk it off after.

"Still. You don't slam the doors like that. Especially not in fear. No one in my castle will stand there, and fear a Kelvick. Am I clear?" It's harsh, but Kelvicks basically live off of everyone else's fear, it's how their war village is kept well together.

"Yes Ma'am." She straightens herself up. "Shall I open the door?"

"Yes." I state. She nods, then opens the door. Liam stands there side eyeing a guard. "Yes?" I question him.

"Can we have a word, in private?" He grins again, watching the maid this time. I step in front of her, blocking her from him. she'll need to get her fear under control or I'll have to fire her.

"What about?" My eyes bore into his green ones.

"Something that involves no, guards or maid present." His eyes bore right back.

"Leave." I tell the guards, and maids. I step aside to let Leslie leave, she stares at me wide eyed. Like 'you're really gonna be alone with him!?'

The guards wait for Leslie to leave, then follow behind her. Now it is just me, and him. Alone on the top floor might I mention. My room is basically the attic, but it was remade into a luxurious bedroom, with my own personal stairwell to the rest of the 8-story castle.

His grin widens "may I?" He gestures to inside my room. Risky, but I'll be okay. I step aside, he walks in. "I've came with a proposal." He says after I shut the door.

"A proposal?" I cross my arms over my corset.

"Yes. My dad sent me here to propose it to you." His dad? This is bad. He walks over and sits on my bed. "We want to unite with Floravera."

My eyebrows shot up at that, highly unexpected. His face stayed the same, unreadable. "Why?"

He sighs. "There is talk going around about the royals taking us out." My eyebrows raise even further.

"Why haven't I heard about this? I've been standing in for my mother for years at the royal meetings. Anything- actually everything comes through me, as it does to her. Not once did I hear of a war being waged on KettleVille." I state.

It's true, I haven't heard anything. Would the royals really wage a war at KettleVille? Absolutely. But Floravera would have been included. We hold the highest population, and the highest magic.

"They won't include you." He states.

"Why?" I question. Taking a step closer to him.

"Because you are also on the target list."