Does every king need his queen?
Well, that's debatable..
Does every lion need its mane? Well, hell yeah.. otherwise its not a god damn lion.
So, every king does need his queen.
Especially when the king has built walls so high the barrier between t...
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As I walk through the forests, outside the castle, my stilettos seep into the wet soil making an awful squishing sound. While the harsh wind echos through the air and blows leaves down from the large green trees up above, acting as a roof for the ground below. The branches tangled together in a some what beautiful mess.
It's mesmerizing .
"Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more."
Going into the trees always makes me calm. To be able to get lost, in not only the forest but in my thoughts.
Hello I'm Constance. I'm 18 years old, daughter of Kings John II and Queen Faye.
My parents are the true meaning of a control freaks. Yes, they are allowed to rule their kingdom in anyway they please but when it comes to me, my life, I should be able to make my own damn decisions. They don't let me have any free will, cause god forbid if I even make one mistake I could ruin my future or the reputation of my parents.
When I was little my mother always told me how much she loved my father and that one day I would be able to choose the one who holds the key to my heart. But what she failed to mention is that I've been to engaged to the prince of England sense I was six. This was all to form alliance and it sickens me to know that my parents used me as a peace treaty.
Though recently England's King has decided to wed his son to one of the dukes daughters. The reason why some one would marry a duchess instead of a future queen, who knows.
My parents didn't let that stop them though. In about a month I will be shipped off to France to wed their king, King Asher. He has heard to be one of the most powerful, yet courageous and fair bidding kings know to man. People say he has one of the most genuine smiles you will ever lay your eyes on. Some women even say he's has the resemblance of a Greek God. But I still can't help but not want to be wed to him. I want to be able to choose my husband and the person I love.
It's normal for royals to have arranged marriages, but what if I don't want to be a royal. I know ,bite me, who wouldn't want to have all the fancy, expensive clothes and jewelry. To have someone care for your every need. Live in the castle where the most powerful people are housed. Me, that's who. I know all that stuff may sound fantastic but not being able to have my life in my hands is annoying. I can barely go down a hall way without a guard attached to my hip.
You may think I'm selfish for saying that, but it's true, I would much rather be a girl in the village working hard then in the castle where I get everything handed to me.
"Constance Lou Reid, Why in the hell are you outside the castle without your guard!"
