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56- The curse of kings and queens- Teen wolf AU- part 6

Part 6:

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The family meeting was held in a room clearly used for discussing matters of the state. There was a relatively long table in the centre of the room, and enough seats around the edge for a large number of people, specifically advisors. Tools to plan military strategies surrounded the edges of the room and you were lead to a seat next to the head of the table, with stiles on your one side the king at the head. Opposite you sat Hayden and next to her, opposite stiles, sat the queen. The rest of the table was filled with the royals most trusted advisors. Ones who looked after money, land, war, the people and all aspects of ruling a kingdom. You sat straight, hands clasped together on your lap. You had no intention of raising any matters or contributing a lot to discussion, you were still unsure what would be appropriate to say.

"We have called this meeting to discuss a number of topics." The king's voice bounced off the walls. "Firstly, we welcome lady Y/N to the house of ronse" the king smiled at you and you smiled around at everyone as they welcomed you. "Secondly, we have many important guests arriving. They must have the finest wines, and they must be watched, we cannot trust them." The king turned serious as he focused on a few advisors who seemed to understand what that meant. "Thirdly, we need to discuss lady y/n's engagement to my son."

The king nodded to his wife, as she stood up to speak. "I'm aware many of you feel that the princess of the next strongest country would be a good match. However she is not available to wed. Which means the plan for lady Y/N to marry the prince will continue. The future princess's parents were strong royals, something that flows through her veins, and something that many find dangerous. We anticipate assassination attempts on her life in the weeks and even years to come." Your hands started to sweat. You had never foreseen your life being in danger. "Therefore to show the people that this will not stand, we are going to hold the wedding here in the castle, we will be inviting all important royals and lords. The wedding will commence next week." The table erupted with noise as everyone muttered between themselves.

"SILENCE!!" the king slammed his fist down on the table. "This isn't something to be discussed. No one in this room can have any doubts about this union. They will become the strongest force this continent has ever seen and we will conquer every puny country that still exists outside of our reign." No body dared to speak another word.

"y/n wait up!" stiles called to you as you sped down the corridor. You had rushed out of the meeting quickly, needing air to clear your head.

"A week!" you exclaimed, when he eventually caught up. "How can we be married in a week? That's barely any time. What about the pre wedding events, the feast, the announcement..." one thing you had read about before you came here was wedding traditions.

"All of that will be sorted darling, don't worry." Stiles, grabbed your shoulders supportively. "I know this might not be what you have planned, but it's the smartest thing to do." He attempted to comfort you, yet the look he gave you did little to calm you down.

"Why do you look at her like that?" you blurted out. Stiles frowned. "Lydia. You give her this look and I don't know what it is but it's more than you give me and I don't like it. If I'm going to be your wife, I don't want you sneaking off with maids." Stiles flinched at your accusations.

"You think there's something going on between me and Lydia? Some kind of what? Affair? Don't be ridiculous! That kind of behaviour could cost me my crown. I have known Lydia for a long time, yes. But I can assure you there is nothing there other than friendship." Sighing at his words, you closed your eyes and nodded.

"You're right I'm sorry... this all very sudden. I think I was just taking it out on you and Lydia. I should go and apologise to her." You stepped away from stiles, letting his hands slide from your shoulders, down your arms until they held your hands.

"It's ok y/n, I understand. I heard your uncle Rogelio didn't tell you this news until fairly recently, where as I have had since the deal was made to come to terms with it." You offered a thank you before heading downstairs to the maids quarters, leaving stiles standing in the hallway.

You carefully dodged hurrying servants as they ran down corridors, looking for the items their masters demanded. You followed one lady who didn't seem to be moving as fast, until you entered what you assumed was their eating area. An elderly woman sat in the corner, overlooking the younger staff who were polishing the silverware for that evening.

"Excuse me..." you said in a timid voice, poking your upper body around the door. The elderly lady stood up at once, curtsying to you.

"My lady, you are not supposed to be down here..." she announced, guiding you down the corridor you came through. The fact she knew you surprised you. She must've been one of the servants who were present when you arrived.

"Actually I'm looking for my maid Lydia. Is she here?" the woman nodded, and changed direction, leading you back towards the eating area and further into the maze of corridors.

"This one is the one you're looking for lady y/n" she pointed to a small door, slightly open, light shining through. You thanked her and she walked away, giving you privacy. You knocked twice before entering, seeing Lydia at a desk sewing.

"My lady!" Lydia put down her things and pushed herself off her chair. "I'm surprised to see you down here, not many lords and ladies are allowed. None of them want to..." you walked further into her room, silencing her.

"I came to apologise. What I did earlier was not ok, and I feel I may have projected some of my own uncertainties onto you." You tried to explain to her how the situation came about.

"It's ok, really ma'am. There are many people would hate to serve under, you are not one of them. I'm grateful to be helping you, one accusation doesn't change that. Just please know that what you believed isn't true" you hugged her quickly, telling her you knew it wasn't true, and continued back upstairs to the gardens, where you needed to get some fresh air.