Alliance. (Heavily editing)

Acceptance/edited

Hey! I am re-writing this story. My first work go easy on me. Lol

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Edited (new plot)

I square my shoulders as I walk through the hallway. The guards at my back constantly reminding me I am never alone. The darkness surrounds the whole castle walls and air as I walk. My feet tapping along the floor making everyone aware of my presence.My guard opens the door to the council room. My mother sits at the corner, her eyes swollen. She has cried enough for the both of us. Her eyes meet mine and I quickly look away, afraid to what I will find in them. Sorrow, regret, grief.

My brother rafe was the favourite. Why won't he be? The charming one. The honest, giving , caring. Since birth he was moulded to be the perfect king where as I the perfect queen to be married away. To be tossed away as I would like to call it. I will never say it out loud though. All my life I was taught the proper manner, the proper strategy . Never did anyone considered that maybe there will be a slightest chance that I might someday become a queen not to be bidden away but to rule. You can't blame them, after all I had three older brothers. The younger two died when they were only 10 years old. Murdered. By whom no one knows. But I know, I have seen it. The colours of the house that attacked. The colours of the future king. The colours who I shall be shackled to.

My mother shudders at my side not by the cold but by dread. What shall become of our kingdom now? My father doesn't acknowledge me as usual. I don't show any emotions. Don't show the hurt. I have too much pride for that. All the officers surround the table bickering over one another. One shouts.

" That bastard! How could he—"

"—We don't know for sure he was the one who murdered—"

"—officer maxen please enlighten us to who you—"

My father slams his fist against the council table. "Quiet!" He yells.

Everyone quiets down at the command of the king. No one wants to be dead by the end of the session. I look around at the Grey walls. I have for all my life hated that colour but even I have to agree that the colour fits perfectly for the occasion.

My little sister azzia sits at the corner. She was closest to Rafe. I have never seen her cry. She's no more than some months younger than me. Whereas I am 21 she's 20. She looks at me, her eyes as cold as ever. Her sharp cheek bones illuminating in the light.My mother pats her on the back. No one comforted me I think vaguely when I reach an empty chair at the corner. After hearing the news of rafe's death I went numb. I knew what was about to happen. I was to be bidden away to the highest bidder. Rafe had promised me one thing when he was to become the king. Freedom. He promised me that I shall marry whoever I wish. That I had freedom of choice. That I could even live independently at the outskirts of the capital. My breath hitches when I remember his face. His smile. I blink to keep the tears away. No emotion, I remind myself.

"My son rafe the seventh, the future heir has passed away as you know" My father starts his eyes concealing all the emotions. " he was to be the future heir. Our enemies have succeeded. They have stolen my very priced possession. They knew how to make us kneel and they have achieved it. The new king was successful in wiping clean all the threats. We never thought that the house Arven will ever make its way to the throne. But they have plotted and they have won." He clears his throat and wipes his forehead. Even he can't be this cold. "The new king to be is Cal arvin as you all know. But right now the control isn't in his hands. The house arvin's queen and the councillors have the authority at the moment and the wretched brutes have the gall to ask me to marry my daughter to their house!" He slams his fist on the table again making my mother and the councillors yelp.

House arvin and the house leana has never had a good relationship. The first reason for that is that the house has been the cause of centuries of wars between kingdoms. A decade ago they attacked. Not only on our house but all the royals. The reason was the same. Overthrow the king. And now the bastards have succeeded. We all believe them to be the killer of my brothers. I know my father would do anything to save our house and the kingdom. But even he will never marry me to such filth. The question remains if he wouldn't then what? A counsellor has the courage to voice my question.

"But your highness if you would not agree to the terms there will be another war! They won't stop and will remove everything that comes their way and the throne. If you don't make this alliance they will attack and millions will be dead by the end of it."

"Then let their be another bloody war!"

My mother abruptly stands up "lorrey—" but her voice dies down as quickly as it raised up. All the counsellors nod in agreement. Fools. Finally taking a deep breath, I look at the king. Even I am not that selfish to let my people die for an empty war.

"Father there is no way we can win this war. We don't have enough troops nor supplies—"

"—lia" my mother interrupts but my father cuts her off.

"We have house samos, house randor and house tyran with us. They will never stand for an arven to be a king. That is it. If they want war they will get one!"

With that he walks away, slamming the door shut behind him. I stand still waiting for the chaos to erupt but everyone stands still. Silent . I carefully look at my sister and mother. My mother have drooped her shoulders in defeat. Azzia stands up and leaves the room. Not uttering a word.Rage boils inside me. How dare they! Don't they care about their own? Before I say something regretful, I stalk away up the stairs and to my room and slam the door shut.

That night when I lay into my bed, my thoughts are filled with my dead brother and I weep for him and for whats to come.

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