The young princess Isabelle, oldest of the royal family, discovers that her life is about to overturn. Being crowned Queen, following the death of her beloved father and successful monarch, she must carry the weight of the crown,
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ISABELLE'S POV
''your majesty the coronation is fit to commence tomorrow, the country needs it's ruler to be stable, and fit for the throne!" willem, the most decorated knight of the court, countered at me
I have being seated at the throne for more than four hours, listening to each and every individual present at the court, some doubting me, some overestimating me. I've never been this strained my whole life. Part of me wishes someone would be there to guide me through it all. My parents were right, it is crushing me already
papa has only being gone for over a week and I didn't even have time to mourn, mother's still grieving, absent and locked inside her room. This is drowning me
I then start to remember the words i said to myself as i first sat on the throne. The sense of strength and power that laced through my veins. How could i doubt myself now? I tried to picture papa on the throne, and how he calmly governed the men, that are now uncontrollably driveling and retorting at me.
They doubt me, they love me as a child, they don't fear me as a queen. I've had it. I've had enough. I will take no more
"SILENCE!'' I yelled as loud as I could.
The whole court quieted down all at once. It is evident that the royal court was shocked to see me fearlessly put my foot down. Demanding and strong. Just what they need. Some was even afraid to utter another word.
Good.
I won't be crushed no more.I felt a sense of satisfaction. Being dominant, feeling confident. i was wearing the majestic crown, and I hope it suits me just as it did on papa. I have to walk in his footsteps, and I do hope I'm doing it just right.
"Duke of Taliscur, is the coronation prepared well for the morrow?''i sternly asked the duke as he hastily rushed in front of me, i can sense the fear on him. He fears me
''yes your majesty, your attendance, along with the queen mother and royal highnesses charlotte and Mary is all that's needed''
Mother, she's not in her right mind, she hasn't even seen me on the throne yet
''right is that all?"
"Yes your majesty'' churned in the duke of malbrow. All I really wanted to do was to get away from the throne. Be the Isabelle i once were. Free myself from the strain of the throne and run around the garden
