Breakfast was as normal. The eggs at always soggy and the orange juice is bitter. My brother makes a fuss about how bad breakfast is. I'll then tell him to get over it or just don't eat it.
"Your magisties I have news."
"Yes, Keal." I know my brother isn't paying any mind. "What about?"
"Your parents."
The mad hell of thoughts run through my head. My bother's head lifts from his food. That never happens.
"Here." Keal hands me a letter in a fabric envelope. Classic of my mother.
Dear Alex and Mari,
Your brave parents had dared to fight in this grave war. There have been thousands of casualties in these short weeks. I'm terribly sorry to inform you of the death of your parents. The rule is now placed to you, Alex and Mari. Mari is to be queen. And Alex is to be king.
The Council
I move the letter away from me and to my brother. My tears have smudged the ink. My brother picks it up. It's only a mater of seconds and a glass hits the floor, eggs hit the walls, knees hit the floor.
My parents are dead. Dead. Gone. Where are their bodies? Do we get them? Are they going to give us an official royal crowing? Will they get a royal funeral? So many questions, with so little answers.
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Royal Blood
RomanceAlex and Mari's parents were killed in the battle of Morchan, the royal home town. Alex, of 13, is king. Mari, of 15, is queen. The first is chaos. The second repair. The third is luxurious. The fourth Alex and Mari find themselves in a twisted web...
