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Chapter 1

First things first, this is a true story. You may laugh, you may cry, you may even become angry with the twists this will throw at you, but I'm just keeping it real. My name is Margot Experria, and I'm technically a princess, although I prefer the term "royal pain in everyone's asses." As you may have guessed, I live in a kingdom known as Experria, which no one would ever guess right? It's not like my last name is the name of the kingdom anyway. Anywho, my parents are King Edward and Queen Elizabeth, and they definitely win the worst parents of the year award. They expect me to learn how to run a kingdom, hell it's a freaking empire for pete's sake, at age 13! Who the frick-frack-patty-whack do they think they are anyway? Anywho, this is once again 100% authentic, and these are my real entries in a journal I began keeping at the advice of my only adult friend Constantine, to keep notes of my "royal duties and inheritances of this great kingdom and the wealth and joy it will come to provide." In his dreams. So anyway, be prepared, this I cannot stress enough. Now kick back, grab your inhalers and headgear, and enjoy this 100% true and authentic story!
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The sun shone through the stained glass window, bleeding a rainbow of light onto the wooden table. The clouds began to form weird creatures, which is pretty normal for this time of day in Experria. Horse with a fish head, Father with flower feet, and something that looks a little like Constantine with a... noose? I shake the image from my head when a enraged voice reaches my ears.
"Margo! Margo!! MARGO!!! Snap out of your daydreams, we have important business to attend to Ms. Experria!"
Constantine's voice must be dead from yelling at me for "silly inconveniences" all day. The worst day of his life was probably either watching his father burn on a wooden stake or being assigned by my father to teach me how to be a proper lady of my social standing, as Father would put it. Why can't I just frolic through a beautiful meadow naked and eat strawberries all day? Now THAT'S the question we should ALL be asking ourselves right now.
"MARGO ELIZABETH EXPERRIA!!!!! Wake from your childish daydreams and listen to Constantine AT ONCE!!"
I quickly straightened my posture. Father seriously freaks me out.
"Yes Father" I politely say, while holding back a giggle, as usual.
"You think your studies are humorous Margo? Are they worthless? Are they scandalous?"
"Y-" I can never say ANYTHING with him blabbering on about how stupid jokes and humor are.
"TWO more hours of Royal Studies than, Ms. Humor. Enjoy your studies!"
Dick...
I try to scribble down even some basic notes on how to run a kingdom, but it all starts to form drawings of cute cats. Politics turn to Calico's, Economics to Tabbies, and Defense to Tuxedos. I was starting to work on Enemies, which were one-eyes cats, when Mother rushed in.
"Constantine, you're needed at the Round Table. Now." Mother never was good with words, just good at bossing people around. Her motto is "if it's alive, GO DO STUFF FOR ME!" Really nice lady to have as a mother, huh?
Anyway, Constantine rushed quickly from the room. As his steps grew fainter, my curiosity blossomed further. Mother actually had emotion in her eyes for once, and it wasn't happy, but nervous or anxious.
The sound of urgent chatter escaped through the cracks of the meeting room, and I decided to see what went on behind the scenes and listen in.
"I knew they were desperate, but this soon? It seems so impossible..." My mother's voice trailed to a distant mumble as the yelling of the other elders continued
"We must do something!"
"Nothing CAN be done Elder Constantine! It's too late!"
I intently listened to their conversation. My heart was beating out of my chest, and nervous sweat formed on my brow.
"Malvolia has declared war, and there is nothing we can do to stop it."
I thought my heart had stopped, that I had stopped breathing, that I had died. I rushed through the doors of the meeting room to say, no, SCREAM my thoughts toward their insolent selfs but something kept me from doing so. A power beyond my grasp. I walked drunkenly down the hallway in a daze when he saw me. He sprinted down the hallway so swiftly it was like he was flying, but it was probably because of shock I saw him like that. We have always been friends and always will be. He quickly swept me up from the cold floor and started to carry me to my room.
"P-P-Put me down this second!!! This isn't f-funny!" I yell between me laughing and hitting the boy in the back.
"But I'm saving you! OWW!" Says the boy with his usual hint of sarcasm.
"Wow, you'll do GREAT with the ladies one day Quebec. Just say your a knight at the castle and you'll have them like that." I say sarcastically, complete with a snap after "that." He just laughs and continues to run through the empty hallways, with me laughing all the way there.
We finally arrived at my room, and I was finally released. A hard punch taught him his lesson.
"OWWW!!!" He yelped after my fist hit his shoulder.
"You deserve it, you scoundrel of a friend." I said, giggling all the way through. We both just laughed for a bit, like we were little children. We gripped our sides, we rolled on the soft rug, we giggled with glee for what seemed like an eternity. Something brought me back to reality, and I instantly stopped. The laughing, the rolling, everything stopped for an instant.
"What's wrong Margot?" Quebec stammered, his deep blue eyes seemed to gaze straight through me.
"Quebec, we're going to war." I spilled, although I knew I would be punished. I started to cry. I cried and cried and cried for what seemed like eternity. At some point Quebec started to hold me, and rub my back like my mother would do when I was sick. When my tears finally stopped and my eyes dried, Quebec didn't let go. He held on for dear life as I started to slowly wrap my arms around his torso. He lived on a farm, so he was quite muscular for being fifteen, and he seemed to be glowing with warmth. I deeply sniffed his scent, wood and cranberry with a hint of lavender. He smelled like a second home I had never found. When he finally let go, his gaze seemed to be lost in confusion and sorrow. His deep blue eyes looked lost, like a puppy in the woods. But we look at each other, and our eyes find meaning and hope. We have been best friends since we first went to the academy, and I remember exactly how we met.
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We were in English, and the teacher kept asking the easiest questions. Who is Shakespeare? How many letters are in the alphabet? So on and so forth. So I decided to switch it up.
"Yes Margot? What is your question dear?" My teacher said in her usual loving yet annoying matter.
"Ms. Dagon, if I may, I feel this class could make even the highest of scholars snooze. You are asking some of the simplest questions I have yet to hear, and we are answering them with ease! Now, may I please teach this class? I would do much better than you are doing, that's for sure."
Ms. Dagon stood there, almost in tears from being set so low. I heard a loud laugh at the back of the class, and many others shortly followed. Ms. Dagon quickly rushed from the room, tears brimming her eyes.
"Yay Margot!"
A young boy jumped up from his seat and came running toward me. It was no other than the local farm boy, Quebec.
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I guess we had been sitting there for sometime, because Quebec began to quickly stand.
"I... Uh... S-sorry." He stammered out. He went back to stuttering whenever he felt he did something wrong.
"You did nothing wrong, so why are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for. Now, how about we go ask Father what all this war business is about?"
Quebec nodded his head in agreement, he knows not to mess with me when I talk about father. He quickly moved his hand toward mine, grasping my small hand in his.
Our hands mesh together perfectly, his callous hands against my soft and tiny ones. His warm palm against my cold. It feels amazing, like it was meant to be. Holding hands with Quebec is the best feeling in the world, but I have more on my mind than my best friend.
Quebec stares deep into my eyes, and seems confused.
"Margot, what are you planning? I can see it in your eyes." He says slyly, but always with his worried and sincere tone.
"Oh I'm not planning anything. I'm just thinking that me and father need to have a little chat."