Imperfect Queen

Serious talks

           

Saying neither Tedros nor Agatha wanted to go to this meeting would a huge understatement. Every single time they needed to meet with Arthur the result was extremely uncomfortable. And seeing as they were now married, the inevitable subject of the heir would come up. Oh joy.

Agatha kept her stare firmly placed on the ground at the shining tiles beneath her, silently asking herself what the heck she did to wind up this situation. "Save me from this meeting..." Agatha muttered beneath her breath.

The meeting was to be held in the same room where the two had met; and it brought back very unpleasant memories for Agatha, which made her want to avoid it even more. Agatha remembered when Tedros and she inevitably clashed with each other, and Agatha called him a royal snob or something like that. Now that Agatha was somewhat familiar with the palace, she knew they needed to descend the third floor and go to the second floor, it wasn't really a long walk, but the hallways were pretty long, with long and twisting turns.

"Do you think it's going to be as bad as always?" Agatha asked Tedros.

"I think it's going to be even worse," Tedros admitted sheepishly, Agatha winced at that.

"How much worse?" Agatha asked. Tedros was usually was the least pessimistic out of the two, so if he was saying this now, Agatha would probably want to die during the meeting.

"Very much worse. You and I know why," Tedros and Agatha shared a horrified look, before they turned away and shuddered. If they had one thing in common, it was their disgust towards the topic of the heir.

"Unfortunately, I do. Honestly, I still have problems saying the word marriage, how do they expect me to hear...that..." Agatha finished, Tedros nodded in agreement.

"I've been hearing it all my life, and it's still very uncomfortable," Tedros said.

"It's surprising," Agatha mused to herself, "How much many want to be royalty. Unfortunately, they don't know all the pains that come along with it..."

They both kept walking down the hallway until they reached the two doors at the end. The two stopped right at the doors, neither wanting to walk in there. Agatha looked around, trying to mentally prepare for what possibly could be the worse talk of her life so far.

Tedros sighed loudly and opened the doors, for the dismay of both. Both Agatha and Tedros seemed to flinch at the sight of the room, before they cautiously stepped in through the doors. The room looked pretty much the same as it always did, even the same disgustingly sweet smell of lavender remained the same. Arthur was sitting in his usual red recliner, he smiled at the two; neither returned the smile, instead seeming to glare at him, or in Agatha's case, stare intently at the floor.

Agatha sat in the burgundy couch, and Tedros took a seat next to her. Both remained quiet, Arthur broke the silence:

"Seems we're quieter than usual, aren't we?" Arthur said jokingly, Tedros and Agatha gave a mirthless smile to that comment, both trying not to imagine the worst and most humiliating possibilities.

"At least this isn't a public announcement, right?" Agatha thought to herself.

"Anyway, as you two know, your coronation is coming up; it has been scheduled for May 26th, which is in a month. Tedros know most of the details and the procedures, but you, Agatha, probably don't know anything," Arthur inferred, Agatha shook her head.

"I do not," She said earnestly

What a relief! At least Arthur wouldn't immediately be jumping to the 'heir' subject... At least not yet. Agatha cringed at the thought of it.