In a time long ago, when monarchy ruled the world, there was a kingdom. A kingdom with no heir. The King and Queen were skeptical, they have had their shares of misfortunes in their pasts, and were wary about their future.
A sunny day in spring, 7th February, to be exact. The flowers were blooming, the sun was shining, and the day was beautiful.
This day held a significance to the Royals of Scotland. Their heir, and first born, Princess Isabelle of Scots came into the world with a stentorian cry.
The little princess had been betrothed to someone the moment she came into the world.
Prince Alexander of France was of the blooming age of four when he learnt that he was to marry Isabelle.
The French and the Scottish had been in a healthy alliance for as long as it could be remembered, considering that the two rulers had been good friends in the past and remained so in the future. The two kings came to the agreement that they convert their alliance into a union, through the marriage of their firstborns.
King Francis of France was the one who suggested the union. King Henry of Scots, was wary about his proposal, but later caved in, and accepted the ruler's proposal, considering it to be best for their people.
They agreed that come Isabelle's 18th birthday, she will be crowned queen, and afterwards she could marry Prince Alexander, uniting France and Scotland, under the condition that Isabelle would not know of the engagement until her 17th birthday.
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BIRTHRIGHT (complete #Wattys2016)
General Fiction*Highest ranking no#332 in Royalty* People say that the life of a Royal is perfect. Technically speaking, it should be. Everything is done for you. Everything being served on silver platters for you. Being fed with Gold spoons. Being the cente...
