ob·liv·i·on
əˈblivēən/
noun
1.
the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening.
young heirs from different countries attend an academy that teaches leadership and modesty. when a war erupts from two countries, the heirs face tramatic...
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"Please welcome, Princess Annabel Tudor of England!" Queen Leroi yelled out to the crowd waiting for the English heir to be crowned. Since England is still in progress, the French took it upon themselves to merge Annabel's coronation into the red and white festival. Annabel walked out with a blue and brown dress decorated with the finest jewelry of France. Her long brown hair was styled beautifully in many drapes ans curls. She was going become queen and quickly marry a lord of any title. England was needy for it's queen, her father King Richard Tudor would have been extremely proud of his little girl. Annabel couldn't help but think of her little brother James and how he would tease her on how girly she looked and how her mother Queen Anne would have cried tears of joy to see her flesh and blood become royalty as her mother was simply a maid before marrying Richard. She continued to walk towarda King Léo and Queen Leroi who has been nothing but sweet to her. When she reached the stopping point, she kneeled down to kiss King Léo's hands, the priest went in front of Annabel and starting blessing her. He gave her rings and started praying in Latin. When he was finished he placed the English crown on Annabel's head and motioned her to stand. "Queen Annabel Tudor of England!" yelled the preist and the crowd. "God save the Queen, Long live the Queen!" chanted everyone until Queen Leroi told them silence. "We have chosen a suitor for Queen Annabel, we will marry them and she will return to England today to rule her country, we were so happy to teach her great ruiling" said Leroi smiling at Annabel deeply. "Please welcome... King Fernand of Sweden" yelled King Léo.
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Fernand looked at Annabel like she was some kind of goddess too pure for the world. He walked up in front of Annabel and kissed her hand. She smiled at the handsome hand but he could tell she was nervous. "It's going to be alright" he whispered to her. As the priest continued again, he wrapped their hands together in a blessed holy cloth and prayed.
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