Beatrix

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The bells were ringing, a couple reformed. Beatrix, Duchess of Landsfairy married a Duke. Now, Beatrix heard, she would be a wife to a King, when the old one died. Philip had fever, ill fever that boils the blood to steam. How she loved the idea. Queen Beatrix, it sounded as though her name fitted perfectly with that title. Sh'e be a good Queen, she imagined, and bad when she got annoyed. Beatrix does not like stupid people, thus she gets upsets quite regularly. Her husband, Duke of Pessline South, had been the king's closest relative. And as King Philip had no heirs, his succession would remain out of four. 

'My coronation will be simply a spectacle,' swore Beatrix. 'roses, and song, doves and my subject's adoring eyes. I'd make the behest of royalty.'

Her ladies nodded their heads in agreement. 'yes,' they ranted. 'beautiful, so beautiful. and lovely, so lovely.'

'How about grace?' Beatrix suddenly looked stern. she turned grim, whenever at her displeasure.

'Grace, ah yes, so graceful.'

Beatrix face lit up. 'Shall we have tea now?'

Beatrix looked stunning in her well tailored dressing gown. White, she always wore white, with pedals of flowers braided in her hair. She had an angelic show to her appearance, and people praised her for afar.

  But when she walked into to the common room for tea, on her day of marriage, she opened the doors to find a grieving mother. His mother.

'He's dead,' she told Beatrix. 'The Yorkies killed him.'

Beatrix flower pedals lost its bright shade, and her eyes bursted with colour. 

'But, we just got married!' she felt a fit come up, harder she tried to suppress it, the strong it came to surface. 'Six hours, that's how long I've been married! are you to say I am a widow? A widow! a widow!'

 The Yorkies trapped the Duke, when he had returned with a wedding present. a rubby necklace worth two fortunes for his queen.

Her late husband's mother fell to her knees. 'He was suppose to be crowned. now England will have a false ruler, and soon all of it will rot. God anoints the king! god!' 

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