Royalty? It's Not What You Think. (ON HOLD)

Chapter One: Here It Comes

Updated Chapter 1! I almost doubled the word count. LOL. Enjoy! :)

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It has been three days.

On this fine afternoon, Tyron, the reigning country, welcomed its former foes: the royal family of Creeyn. Today was the day that we settled the terms of our submission.

Recuperating from a war was equivalent to Hell—pardon me. The countless amounts of abandoned armor to claim, the countless amounts of weaponry…the countless amounts of bodies. All for what? A wasted attempt? We knew this was coming, yet as I looked at the back of my King, he still believed that this battle was necessary.

My mood was heavy as was the dark look on my face. My grimace showed no sign of easing. I was opposed to the war just as much as I was for it. I knew it would be pointless given the sheer stature of Tyron, but the thought that any country could so bloody greedy just boils my blood.I wanted nothing more than to sink into the pit that formed in my stomach and to forget such a world even existed. I could not even imagine what the rest of this meeting would hold for me.

Father, Mother, my brother and I crossed the drawbridge that led us into Tyron Castle, and the heavy grating of the turnpike as they drew the weighted planks up was screeching in my ears. As soon as I was able to think again, my eyes fell onto the forms of my family in front of me, and heavy atmosphere that surrounded them.

Father was bent with the strain of his broken arm which he garnered from a zealous Tyron soldier who dared to catch him from behind. Safe to say that Father got the best end of that fight. His back remained stiff and emanated an air of tension which was not surprising at all considering where our feet were treading. Mother carried herself with as much dignity and poise as a queen should, but I did not fail to notice the secret glances she sent to Father out of worry. She and I were the only ones who physically remained out of the battle—along with the other women and children—but our minds worried no less.

Only my brother, Gavin still remained stoic. Gavin was one of the few men that came away from the war unscathed in the slightest, but it was not hard to see the mental wear he had to suffer through. His countenance was riddled with an unfathomable expression. I had only known my brother as doting, but now it was revealed to me that he had an immeasurably vast and complex demeanor.

As we entered the castle, which was even more massive than I could have ever imagined, hordes of servants swarmed about carrying elaborate tablecloths and shining cutlery that glinted in the rays of sunlight that shone through the windows and prepared for the feast that I was sure was being held to celebrate their victory. Even now they carried subtle smirks on their faces as they stole glances at our parade.

“Look at that. The Royalty of Creeyn—bowing their heads.”

“They should not even have tried.”

I held back the urge to scream at these filthy peasants for their insolence as my skin prickled in annoyance. I dared even one of them to build up the courage to say those words to my face. What enraged me the most was that I could find some truth behind their words.

As we approached the hall, a surly guard posted outside announced our arrival after giving us a full look over. I could have sworn there was a small smirk gathering on the corner of his bushy face.

“The Royal Family of Creeyn enters!”

The heavy oak doors were pushed aside with a whoosh sending a wave of cool air sailing past us. As soon as the doors cleared each other, I sucked in a breath before a small scowl began to make its way onto my countenance.