My hands shook as I lowered myself onto the silver throne. I wriggled around trying to find a comfortable position on the hard surface. Looking over to see the same man I had seen every morning staring intently at me. " I know your'e planning to speak. I am me not you. shall you? no you shant." I sat up straight against the back of my seat.
"I am free to say whatever I wish to you. I am the king." His face stayed straight and he turned to look at a squire now coming into the throne room with a frantic look on his face.
"your magesty, highness, sire, my king..." he rambled on saying any name of respect he could bring to mind. With a wave of his hand he silenced the squire.
"Speak." his words meant business and clearly they struck fear into the young man.
"I am leander from the southern kingdom, I have come to pronounce a courtship offering towards your young daughter." The squire stood up tall andd carried this news with a happy heart.
"Go, prepare her for departure." he looked to me and I nodded dismally with little vigour. Raising myself from my chair.
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short chapter i know. sorry, remember vote comment whatever you choose i wanna know how YOU feel!
