UNFIT Royal (Short Story)

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"Jason!" I yelled.

His head snapped up, turning to face me with open arms.

I walk up to his open arms, "I have missed you so much, Jason."

"And I, you, puppet." He squeezed me even tighter.

"How was your traveling? Tell me all about it."

"It was great. I felt so free, and I was truly on my own. My dad was not hovering me, telling me to be more like my brother. And I have had so many adventures."

Jason is Malcolm's brother. When Malcolm left, Jason and I became closer. But it is not the same.

Jason is two weeks younger than me, and he understands me better than anyone. Especially when it comes to our passion for seeing the world, but I have never left the castle grounds.

"I have also brought you many gifts from my travels, but I only have one with me right now."

"Oh, Jason you did not have to bring me anything." I said, watching him walk over to a brown sachel.

"Puppet, you are my friend. You never have to ask, and I wanted to share a piece of my travels with you."

Out he pulled a black box, and I stared in awe.

"What is it?"

"It is what the French call a camera. It is a prototype. There are only five in the world."

"What is a camera?"

"A camera is like having your portrait painted, but it is an easier quicker process."

He walked over to me with the biggest smile, "Look at the little hole in the middle."

"Why?" I asked, as he pressed a button.

"What did you do?" I accusingly questioned him.

"I took a photo of you."

"What is that?" I looked at the big black box in awe as it sat in his hands.

"Hold on." He told me, as a white piece of paper began to come out of the side of the box.

He began to shake it. "What are you doing?" I asked, incredulously.

"Here." He placed the paper into my hands, and I looked at a hazy version of myself.

"That is a photo. I just took one of you."

"How does it work?" I asked, taking the device from him.

"You look through this hole," he placed the box eye level to me, "And you click this button." He placed one finger over mine, and pushed down on a circular button.

"That is how, and you wait a moment for the picture to come out. The French man told me to count to 30 in my head, when I get to 30 the picture should be done."

"Jason, this is so exciting! I can not wait to show my father!"

Before, Jason could respond the door bursts open.

"Ebonie, I thought I told you as soon as your done with your father to see me right away!" My mother says, looking down at fabrics in her hands.

She finally raises her head, "Oh! Jason, you are back! I see you are what kept her."

My mother rushes over to Jason giving him what seems a very tight hug, before he could bow to her as a sign of respect.

"How have you been? It has been two years, and oh, how you have grown my dear!" My mother stated, examining him from head to toe.

"I have been very excellent my queen, and you look very well yourself." Jason added.

"Oh, such flattery. I would love to stay and talk, but as you know I am helping Ebonie plan her coronation. You know it's this Saturday, and she has been dragging her feet with it for over two months."

"Oh, yes. I remember, Ebonie is always the last to start everything she is assigned to."

I elbowed in his side Jason, and he let out a big breath of air.

"Yes, and with that being said. Ebonie, we must go. We have to plan your coronation." She says, walking toward the door.

She turns around, "Ebonie, I do not hear that you are not moving your feet. Say goodbye, and we must go to the ballroom."

"Goodbye, Jason." I said, walking toward the door.

My mom left a couple seconds before me, so like the child I chose to be, "You trumpet!" I whisper yelled, before running after my mother.

"Ebonie, stop running. Queens never run." I slowed my pace, as my mom stopped in the middle of the hallway waiting for me.

"So, what have you decided for the color of your dress?"

"I have decided upon the color of red wine." I told her.

"That's new."

"Yes, I feel like it screams power, respect, and authority."

"It will also grab the attention of a prospective husband for you."

I audibly sigh, rolling my eyes at my mother's statement.

"Mother." I whine.

"Stop whining, you seem like a brat. Note, how I also said prospective husband, not just husband. I know how you feel, and I will always respect your wishes."

"Thank you, mother."

"Now, can you please help me plan your coronation Ebonie."

"Mom, I do not want to plan this. Can you just handle this coronation and party or have one of my ladies in waiting handle it? I trust you or one of my ladies will be competent in planning an adequate coronation and party." I rationalized.

"Ebonie." She says, dryly.

"Mother, you know I have never been able to really get into the whole coronation and party planning. The whole thing is so tedious, and very unbearable." I gave her a very pleading look.

"Ebonie, I love you and I will help you with most of it. But, there will be certain aspects of the party and the coronation you will handle."

"Thank you, mother." I gave her a kiss on the cheek, and gave her a very tight hug.

I began to scurry off before my mother changed her mind.

"Oh, now I really feel the love." She yelled after me.

"I really love you mother." I yelled behind me as the door came to a slow close creaking along the way.

I am so happy my mother did not put up much of a fight when it came to me not wanting to plan my coronation and the party that follows.

I have never been only of the girls to care much about parties nor the process of planning them.

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I am so sorry this update took so long. My laptop died a couple days ago, and I just recharged it.

And you guys got an update.

I love that you all enjoying my book.

-Cassy