I hold my breath as I the platform raises me into the spiral garden. I wear the light blue of my house with pride.
My father rises a proud smile on his face and calls over the crowd “Lady Cleo of house Gliacon.”
I bow my head and twist my lips into a sneer. The whole audience goes silent as the arena freezes and their seats turn icy causing many to slide off. I chuckle at this and throw ice up into the air and it falls back down on me as soft snow like flakes. I can hear stunned gasps wave over the crowd. They see what I do. I am the perfect for Prince Alfie for he shall warm my heart and I shall cool his anger. Something stupid like that - along the lines of what father claims to those who listen.
With a bow, I step back onto the platform which allows me to descend back where I came from. I wave and smile gracefully as I go. Over in a second.
I'm not worried if I am honest - it is not that I assume I will be chosen it is merely that I don't need to be chosen I am perfectly fine as I am if I am chosen it is merely a bonus. Of course there are four Princes as well ranging from the age of eight to twenty. It seems rather strange that an eight-year old will be being betrothed, but it does make sense to engage all of the royal sons at the same time.
I can tell the other girls aren't as relaxed as I, pressuring parents I presume - I'm lucky not to have a father like that and no mother's speak of. Many shuffle uncomfortably in their seats as the Princes line up to make their pledges. The King sits on his throne and thanks us for coming today. Then Prince Henry steps forwards.
“Lady Lillian of house Tyros I pledge myself to you.”
The girl who I assume must be Lillian stands she can't be more than ten.
“Prince Henry of house Calore I pledge myself to you.”
She takes his hand and the step backwards. Now it's Prince Daniel's turn. He steps forward chin raised and ready to make his pledge.
“Lady Bethany of house Nolle I pledge myself to you.”
Bethany looks to be about fourteen years old from her height and facial detail, also her ladylike curves.
“Prince Daniel of house Calore I pledge myself to you.”
They take their places by Henry and Lillian.
Prince Lan speaks next.
“Lady Harmony of house Marinos I pledge myself to you.”
She is up quickly.
“Prince Lan of house Calore I pledge Myself to you!” She seems too eager for my liking.
Next Alfie stands every girl in Queenstrial moves closer to the edges of their seats begging for it to be them.
“Lady Cleo of house Gilacon I pledge myself to you.”
I stand gracefully a glide over to him.
“Prince Alfie of house Calore I pledge myself to you.”
He takes my hand and the whole assembly claps and cheers.
I'm going to be Queen. I can see my father beam with Pride - finally I have impressed him more than my brother ever will.
A.n
I presume it gets boring me counting down the days until war storm but I'm excited because IT'S ONLY FIVE DAYS! Anyway the two letters A and N supposedly stand for Author's Note but I also think they mean: Attention? No! Trust me you can skip through all of these, unless you actually enjoy my Fangirling - No, okay?
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Scarlet Heir
FanfictionScarlet Calore is the first girl who has ever been heir to the throne of Norta . She is the biggest disappointment of her father's life and has never met her mother a newblood that her father left to become king again after being exiled. Based aft...
