Anya

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

   It had been a week since the King had made his shocking announcement and the palace was like ice. The servants had stopped their gossiping, Anya refused to speak to anyone and Lara had started her Queen training with trepidation.

   It was after Lara’s first day of vague but fast training with her mother, aunt and grandmother that Anya had shut up. She barely ate or slept and just sat on the window watching the storm devastate and destruct everything in its path.

   A soft knock on her bedroom door alarmed Anya somewhat. Lara came into the room, her silver, silk dress ruffling along the floor as she stepped further into the room, her heels clipping the wooden floor. “Anya?” She spoke out, hopeful that her sister would finally reply to her.

   Instead, Anya just nodded her head in an indication that she carry on speaking. “I am truly sorry about all of this,” She started but all Anya was doing was keeping the tears at bay as she saw her sister in the dress that she wore to practice her coronation. Even her blonde hair was styled in a way so that the crown would not disturb any of the hairs on her head.

   Sure it would have been early but as soon as Anya, well now Lara became heir apparent, all the training would be stripped considerably as she would have to start spending more time in the factions than at the palace and she would be thrust into the limelight and therefore all the Queen training had to start as early as possible.

   Lara was never trained for all this; she would never be able to deal effectively with the people. For Christ’s sake, she was sleeping with the servant boy! As soon as somebody heard that she was spoiled she would not be allowed to reign as it is. Anya was frustrated with how everything was panning out.

   As long as you are not in line for the throne you can have sex as many times as you want as long as by the age of thirty you are married. Whether you are male or female those are the rules. However, if you ARE in line for the throne you cannot have sex unless it is with the person you are to marry and now she is in line for the throne and Anya is sure she is not going to be marrying the servant boy and therefore as soon as someone finds out, she will be in deep trouble.

   Just looking at her sister hurt her and with that Anya just sighed and turned back to the window. The storm had cleared a little a bit, the sky was still as dark as night and the lakes and rivers were disturbed by the high winds but it was calmer now than it had been for the past week.

   Her light footsteps hurried closer to Anya, lifting the skirt of her dress up she sat down on the seat beside her sister and raised her gloved hand to reach her sister’s cheek and forced her to face her before dropping her hand satisfied when Anya was looking at her.

   “What am I going to do? I love Andrei so much; I do not want him killed.” Lara admitted in a saddened tone. “It is all I have thought about all week.” Being able to speak about something she has longed to for the past month, Lara felt somewhat better in herself.

   Letting out a huff, Anya broke her silence. “You are worried about a servant boy? You cannot be serious and you cannot love him. You are going to be Queen now, the marriage shall never be granted and so the quicker you end it the better it shall be for you.”

   Lara was taken aback by her sister’s cold tone. “What ever is the matter with you?”

      “I do hope you are being sarcastic.” Anya replied with her voice laced in anger. “Everything that could have gone wrong has.”

      “This is not my fault.” Lara snapped.

      “The fact that I have to keep your sordid affair a secret is. If the King finds out then he will probably ban you from being Queen and go to Cousin Eduard and that would seriously keel father over. I am not against a servant marrying into the Royal family; you know that but what if I died? You would automatically become Queen and you would have been spoiled. You have to think your actions through Lara!”