"My answer is final. You shall leave for France next full moon which gives you just over two weeks to prepare for your journey. The servants will start packing tonight" my mother, Queen Cressida, barked. Perhaps barked was too spiteful of a word - she wasn't a dog, after all.
"Forgive me, mother, but I do not even know these people. How do you expect me to marry one of them?" I complained.
"You will do well to remember that Charles is first in line to the French throne after Francis. It does not matter, nor do I care, that you do not know them. Your duty comes first- which is, in case you have forgotten, to marry well and provide your and your husband's country with an heir." she replied, a reprehensible look on her face.
"What if he doesn't love me? What if I cannot give him what he wants?" I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach as I stared at her, waiting for a semblance of motherly care and affection.
Just then her demeanor changed. The almost permanent scowl on her face was replaced with what one may call a smile. It was brief, and vanished as quickly as it appeared. She stood taller, fixing her already rigid posture, and responded.
"You were named after your grandmother, Queen Delara- the first- of Persia. You were named after her because she was a strong, powerful and beautiful woman. You may have the same meaning to your name one day, but to get there you must go through the unthinkable first. Being a monarch is not easy. You will be faced with difficult tasks everyday. You are the future queen of not only Persia, but France as well. Although you disappoint me on most days, I have faith that you will fulfill your duties. " my mother said.
Taken aback at her choice of words, I looked up at her and forced a smile, which she did not return. I was used to my mother's indifference to my existence, but sometimes I wished she would just be maternal for once.
"Now go get some rest, you have a lot of planning to do over the next couple of weeks. Goodnight." She added.
With a swift movement, sending a gust of wind through the air from her mountain of a dress that trailed after her, she was out the door. I was alone with my thoughts, and they flooded with images of what my future home, husband and family would be like. I had a matter of weeks to prepare to leave my family, so I could marry into a new one. It was generous, I supposed. Some women were not afforded the same amount of time as I to prepare. However, I was only 16 and absolutely petrified. Yes, I was incredibly nervous, but I also felt as though it was a new beginning that was long time coming. I deserved happiness, I thought, and I was going to make the most of my situation.
I didn't know who Charles was, or if I could even trust him. I knew nothing about him, other than the fact that he was the same age as I and he was next in line for the French throne. However, from what I saw in his portrait, he was exceptionally handsome. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad- such a handsome face had to have an intelligent and kind person to go with it.
Although, this fact didn't provide me answers to the countless questions I had running through my mind.
Could i trust him?
Could i trust his family?
Most importantly,
Would we come to love each other?
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--- Disclaimer: all events in this story are fictional and I apologize if anything offends you. I do not own a handful of these characters, but i have created my own. There will probably be adult themes and language throughout the story.
Another disclaimer: This fanfic was meant to be similar to the love triangle with Bash, Mary and Francis.
Oh and lets just pretend that Francis is still alive when Charles is older 🌚 a lot will probably be different but bare with me pls
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