One Shots

His Majesty

Rosamund

I was known to be the fairest of them all, but it didn't help my inferior background for I was still known for being the baker's daughter. My older brothers and sisters helped father in managing the bakery, while I didn't being the youngest. I was two tens and two of age. I got alot of marriage proposals, but there was one the particularly shocked the whole village.

The Royal family, there was six of them. The youngest of them was two tens and nine of age, but he was said to the most horrendous person who has ever roamed the land. This wasn't for his cruelty or brutality, it was for his physical features.

When he reached two tens and eight of age, his siblings started to die out one by one. No one could determine the cause of the mysterious death occurring around the siblings. Some said it was sorcery, some said it was the red plague coming back again, and some said maybe the gods had decided. With siblings suspiciously dying out, he was the only heir qualified for the the throne. So after years and years of being neglected and of being the black sheep of the family, he was now the center of attention.

After being propped and accessorized like a tool, it was announced that he would be the king and every king needed a queen. The Royals announced that a ball will be held for His Majesty to choose a bride from, because none of the nobles were willing enough to marry of their daughters to the 'Beast'.

My family was not well off, so my parents were not able to afford a gown to go with, not even a simple one. Coincidentally, it was not in my desire to attend the ball. I was cast out by the females of my village for being not feminine, for not acting like a damsel in distress, for not jumping at every chance when a man is in my company or acquaintance. I knew that His Majesty would have never glanced at me, no matter how fair I was, because I was inferior to him. Lower social status than him.

Many men who have asked for my hand, but regretting it after they found out I wasn't 'wife' material. I believe they looking for a slave rather than a wife.

After the ball was held, unfortunately no fairy godmother to help me in like those silly fairytales. I expected that His Majesty would have found a suitable queen to rule beside him, but no, none of the girls, women that attended were chosen for the part.
So imagine my shock when I go to unlock the door and find His Majesty infront of our cottage looking for me.

My mother immediately ushers him in, asking if he needed refreshments, or if he was searching for something sweet. I just at the back judging his looks, wondering what's so ugly about him. His sharp jaw and liquid amber eyes are most striking indeed. Maybe it is his scar that runs through his face, the burn marks on his cheeks, or maybe the lines that seem to mar his face all over. Suddenly, he looks up at me, my eyes widen as he looks up at me. I turn my head to the side and step back.

My mother and father sit next to him, my two older brothers are on my mother's side, while my older sisters are on my father's.

''What brings Your Majesty here?'' My oldest brother, Nico, asked. He was the oldest out of us.

''I came to ask for your sister's hand,'' he said glancing at me.

''Why, if I may ask Your Majesty?'' Came Samantha carrying the tray of teas and some pastries. She is the second oldest daughter.

I had five siblings, three older sisters and two older brothers.

''The attendants voted that she would be a great queen,'' he simply replied.

''Are you sure it's not some horrendous trick on Your Majesty, no offense but even the whores don't want you no matter how much you pay them,'' I don't know why but I felt that I needed to be mean.

I know that any girl would kill for my place right now, but I have no desire to be queen at all.

He stood up,''Well then, I command you to marry me!'' He said it with malice.

I turned to fast that the skirts of my dress turned with me,''You can't make me marry you!'' I screech.

His eyes turn cold,''Oh trust me, I will, or your family will be excuted at the verge of dawn in the town square,'' his calmly threatens me.

I look at my siblings, my second older brother is engaged to his childhood sweetheart, while Nyx his twin is to be married to some noble man. I cannot destroy their happiness because of my selfishness.

I look at him, my nose high in the air. I won't let him overpower me, I won't run away with my tail tucked in. I look him dead in the eye and say one word that had sealed my fate to him.

''Yes''.

Eight weeks later

The wedding was simply out of the world, the receptions, the decors, the people, the food, and finally the groom.

His parents were surprised when he said we would be wed. His mother, pleasantly would be understatement, pleasantly took it well. As said my beauty was a competition to Helen's. The guests were surprised and not because of my inferiority, it was of my beauty. And even one young man had challenged the King for my hand. I plead His Majesty to let it go, that He doesn't need to fight, but of course men and their masculinity.

The fight was supposedly to death, if not for my interference. The had to go see the physician because the injuries he obtained.

''Stop, stop it Your Majesty!'' I wail, holding onto my skirts, my braided bun comes undone. My hair falls over my shoulders and face.

His Majesty still brutally beating the boy and I still mortified, I don't notice what I'm doing. I find myself pulling the boy away and dodging the punch that was about to land on me. I yell over to the guards to grab the boy to he physician. I go to His Majesty, softly touching his face.

''Don't worry, Henrik, no one is going to take me away. Calm down, my love,'' I softly.

He grunts, suddenly man handling me over shoulder. I giggle as he stomps over to the castle.

''You're mine, now you're bound to me. No one can you take you away now!'' He grunts.

''Don't worry, there's no one I would rather be with,'' I say with a smile.

''Is it because you're queen now, that you would stay?'' He asked anxiety masking his face.

I shake my head,''I love you, with the title or not Henrik,'' I say as reach for his face. Tracing the scars and burns that decorate his face.

He grabs my hands together, smiling at me a smile that lit up his face. I giggle. Running away from in fun and games.

''Catch me, My King,'' I echo with laughter.

''I'll always catch you, My Queen,'' he said following.

We chase the remaining afternoon, as the stars shine brightly in the night, we're in the balcony of our room. I look at him realizing there will never be no one after him. He looks at me, his eyes bright as the stars above shining with love and adoration that I've never seen before. He circles his arm around my waist, and I circling mine around his neck. We twirl in the space this balcony has to offer. We twirl the night away, as the moon says goodbye to us and the sun's ray greeting us.