UNFIT Royal (Short Story)

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*unedited

I awoke to the sound of birds at my window chirping. I looked around at the room I have known all my life taking in the scenery of the room as I would soon be leaving it to transfer to the king's quarters. Also known as my parents quarters, which is noticeably bigger than all bedrooms as so you would suspect.

I know you are probably still stuck on why I said King's quarters and not queen's, and there is a perfectly sound reason.

I am the next queen of Fairmarsh, I will take my father's place acting as king, but only I will be queen.

When I get married my husband will act as my queen, but he will be king. Meaning, I will handle the politics, and he the other things.

I have been groomed for this since I was a little girl, as I am the eldest of four daughters. My mother did not bare my father any boy, but he is content with the four daughters he was given.

"Ebonie, why must yo- oh you're up! That's a pleasant surprise, I'll send the maids to wash you and dress you. When you are finished go to your father's work chambers immediately he wishes to speak to you." My mother, Elena said barging into room.

"Good morning mother to you as well." I said sarcastically, as I looked at the ground rolling my eyes.

She is opening the curtains in my room, while I now just continue to stare at her.

"It is a beautiful morning, but you have missed most of it. Do not delay your arrival anymore. Find me when you are done with your father. I need to go over preparations for your coronation and the ball that will be held afterwards." She said, as quickly as she took her leave as she barged into my chambers.

I rolled my eyes getting out of bed, as my ladies in waiting came in readying my bath.

When the ladies in waiting took their leave, I slowly took off my robe and went to look at my body in the mirror. I like my body.

It's really squishy, and curvy. I love my butt, it's so round and my boobies aren't too big or small they fit me. Of course, since I am not the average size of a princess you would think I would hate myself.

No.

My mom comes from a long line of curvy women, but they all starved themselves to fit into the beauty standards.

My mom did just that for a while until she met my father. He allowed her to love herself as is, before he could really love her and I think it's so beautiful.

My mom always tells me you can not let just anyone into your castle, if you are not okay with it yourself. It's okay to wait, so others can appreciate it more.

Of course, as a little girl I never quite understood what she meant until I hosted my twelfth birthday ball.

I was almost of marrying age, and my body was developing more so than other girls. The boys were naturally more drawn to me, because of my more developing assets but mainly more due to my royal status.

But, I was never worried much about boys or marriage as much as the other girls my age. The girls my age number one reasoning for a man was that he could and would be their protector yet still their provider.

But, I never have had to worry about that. I have never left the castle grounds much, and if I do I am not allowed to go very far by the order of my father.