Chapter Eighteen

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"How did they take it?" Asks Olivia.

"The people were all sad. You are after all the most down to earth member of the family. If anything, you should be queen."  He answers.

"In due time. Till I can claim my birthrite. Any news on the others?" She asks referring to her daughter and lover.

"They are well. No need to worry yah pretty little head. Focus on getting your health back to fight another day." Says Gerald.

"You have a point." She replies and goes off to take a bath. As she steps into the bath, she pictures every moment that she spent locked up, every time she was starved and everytime she was whipped.

But she reminds herself it was for the good of those she loved. Stepping out of the bath and putting on a fresh gown, one of those she always went on her escapades with Bartley, she begins a new journal, a new story.

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"But ma, don't you think someone else should take this responsibility? Someone of Olivia's caliber?" Says Hayley.

"Shut yah trap girl! That name should never be mentioned in this here palace yah hear?" Says the queen. "Besides, Olivia is dead and there is no way I am lettin any other man get their hands on me throne yah here!" She adds.

"Okay ma." Says hayley  as she puts on her ball gown.

"Now saddle up darling. Your kingdom awaits yah." Says the queen as they head out.

They take the carriage and use the route of Bartley's barn and as custom whenever the queen and her entuorage passed out front of your home you were to come out and bow till they passed.

But in this case, there was no one home. So the queen order her men to search the barn. "Nothing your majesty!" They confirm.

"Then burn it to the ground. Every stinkin bit of barn built into it. This will teach all filthy peasants to be present when i'm passing by." She orders.

As promptly as that, the barn is burnt and they continue on their way. "Was that really necessary ma?" Asks Hayley.

"Hush foolish girl or I will punish yah this minute!" She hisses.

And with that, they ride on to the coronation palace.

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Papa and I ride Diablo back to the barn from our market day in the neighbouring village but as we near the barn we see smoke.

Papa gets off the horse immediately and runs to see what is burning, then he finds people pouring water on our barn.

"Her royal fury passed out here when you and yah lass were out. She expected yah to bow but yah weren't there. Sorry B." Says a friendly neighbour.

"Where are we going to live now pa?" I ask with tears in my eyes.

"Don't worry sweet pea. We are gonna build it again yah hear?" He answers and kisses me on the forehead as we start our search for building material. "Just be grateful they never found yah ma's journal." He adds.

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