The Capturing Of The Laerion Throne

Chapter Three: Where The Queen Gives Laerion A Stern Talking To

The people were standing in front of the palace, looking up at the balcony where the Queen was to come. There were plenty of rumors milling around already.

"I heard she's short and ugly and has got a uni brow."

"I saw her! She's quite ordinary!"

Many people seemed to think that Earth was inferior and that her years on Earth had altered her a lot. Then Xenia flew in front of the balcony.

"Introducing the long lost queen! Queen Cerulean and her brother Prince Ceron."

Cera walked on the balcony, arm linked with her brother's. It was then that all the rumors fell to shambles.

"She looks just like the king!"

"Oh she's beautiful!"

Her long curly hair was out and resting on her shoulders and her honey brown eyes were fixed ahead. The dress she wore was one that her mother was famous for wearing. It was blue with crystals everywhere.

The crowd began cheering and screaming.

She held her hand out and they stopped.

"People of Laerion," she began, "it seems that all has gone to hell."

There was silence.

"In my parents absence, not only has my dear brother been ridiculed and demeaned, but my dear nanny was hanged. Hanged for what? Hanged for speaking the truth. And you know what the people of Laerion did? They laughed. They laughed at the death of a woman whose only fault was a lack of judgement. They laughed at the death of my brother's mother. Savages, the lot of you," Cera hissed.

"A fourteen year old boy lost his mother and you cheered. When I was told that I was to be queen, I was happy. Then I found out I had a savage kingdom! You see, I'd much rather be on earth right now, with my parents, and have some sense of normalcy but I'm here. If you insist on keeping the outdated traditions, then you can leave. Speak now!"

There was no protest. The people were ashamed, quite frankly. Then an old, clearly rich man raised his wrinkled palm.

"I do not think as queen you should stoop so low as to care about the death of some unimportant peasant girl who slept with your father. It's unbecoming of you."

Cera chuckled. "As queen I think I can do whatever the hell I want to. And guess what? Peasants are people too. They matter. Every life matters. Plus didn't my father sleep with her? You can't just blame one person. It takes two in an affair."

"You think we matter," a young poor man yelled up, making many people look at him in disapproval. The man was the only one who seemed to believe her.

"No I don't think you matter," Cera says, making people frown, "I know you matter. What's your name?"

"Marcen!"

"Well my boy Marcen, I think you're a very brave man indeed to ask me. I'm famished but the chefs have made too much food! Care to join us?"

"Are ya real?" Marcen spoke with a heavy accent that Cera noted the Royals and rich people didn't have.

"I'm real. Guards let him up!"

"Can't leave my lil brother," Marcen yells back, looking down at a tiny boy who Cera hadn't seen.

"He can come with! I take my leave people of Laerion! I'll visit the towns tomorrow!"

She turned with Ceron on her heels.

"That was grand!" His eyes were wide and his hands were covering his mouth.