This is set in AU: nations being ruled by royalties (but it’s a modern day setting too). All the characters are human. There are minor changes in details (things they wear, extra alchemist accessories, how things went) but it’s all to match the story. Characteristics aren’t exact either I know, don’t eat me! It was suppose to be a short one, like, really short but things got out of hand and I kept typing. It’s not wow or anything but I hope you guys like it :D !
One of the disadvantages of being a royal is that you have to attend meetings called in by the Queen, even if it’s 9 in the morning. It didn’t matter that you were feeling like shit because your artwork seems to look like a 5 year olds idea of a masterpiece lately or that your girlfriend hasn’t called you in forever, because at that moment you were a subject of the Queen’s.
Forcing myself out of bed and to the bathroom was enough movement to make me want to go back into bed again. After a quick shower I pulled on a pair of dark jeans and a green shirt, did a little something to my hair and headed out the door. I might not like waking up early, but I still have to look good.
Forming thoughts wasn’t something I was capable of doing when I was functioning on three hours of sleep. I felt a nagging in my stomach and decided that a stop at a coffee shop near by wouldn’t harm anyone. After all, if they wanted me to be part of the discussion I had to be fully awake, and that wouldn’t be possible unless I had something to fill my stomach and maybe a cup of coffee.
When I walked in late to the meeting room, coffee in a hand and a bagel in the other, no one looked surprised or gave me a second glance. Lissa Dragomir – the Queen – sat at the head of the table. On the right sat her half sister, Princess Jill, and on the left sat Christian Ozera, the royal boyfriend. Rose Hathaway, the Queen’s best friend and guardian stood close by with Dimitri Belikov and Eddie Castile, two other guardians. All six of them seemed to be deep in conversation. The only other guardian stood by the door, not inside.
“Well, it seems like you already started without me so I think I’ll just go back to bed,” I said making a show of spinning around and heading back out.
There was an exasperated sigh before Rose called after me, “Adrian don’t be ridiculous, come back. This is a serious issue.”
I spun on my heels with a witty comeback on the tip of my tongue but it died when I saw the serious looks on their faces. I took a deep breath and silently moved to take a seat next to Jill. “What is it?”
Lissa sighed and slumped into her seat, “As you might have noticed, there has been civil unrest lately. People don’t want to be ruled by a Queen, they think it’s unfit for their country to be lead by a female. They want another family to rule, preferably a king who’s above his fifties. Some want the royals to be completely wiped out. We’ve asked for extra help, and we need you to be here when they come.”
Other than the “need for extra help” none of this was new to me. Ever since the royal scandal between the Ozeras and the Ivashkovs, no one has slept in peace and the people seem to think it’s time for a change. Even though the royal line has moved to the Dragomir family, some are still unpleased; especially that an Ozera might be their new king sometime in the future, even more so that he was so close with his aunt.
Natasha Ozera, Christian’s aunt killed my aunt and former queen, Tatiana Ivashkov, and if this wasn’t bad enough, my own mother had done her own part in this claiming it was to protect me. So to say that the royal scandal was my least favorite topic to discuss would be an understatement. I also wasn’t a fan of politics to begin with so I was surprised, if not a little nervous, as to why I was here.
