The Princess in the Tower

Prologue

The Queen looked out the window, angrily tapping her fingers on the windowsill. "She is only a child!!!" She roared in anger, turning around to face her servant. "Y-yes I know your highness. It makes no sense." The Queen frowned, walking over to her thrown and plopping down. "Why do they want to marry her?!" She rubbed her temples and sighed. The servant shivered, making the silver platter she was holding shake. There was a loud knock on the door of the thrown room. The servant ran to the door and opened it, the princess boldly stepping in. ''Mother!! I have arrived!" She smiled, looking at her mother happily. "Amara, adults are talking, back to your room." Amara frowned, hunching over. "Mother!! When will my prince come to marry me?!" She screeched, throwing her arms up in disbelief. "Amara!! You mustn't act like that! You're a lady!" Her mother was on her last nerve. She wasn't going to marry a prince who's only intention was to bed a 9 year old, in a sad attempt to become royalty! "Back to your ROOM!!" The Queen yelled, her eyes glinting with anger. "Fine!!" Amara yelled again, in the same tone. ''Bring her to her room, would you?" She looked at the servant expectantly. "O-of course your majesty!!" The servant bowed, and walked Amara to her room. "Come young princess." She rushed her out of the room as Amara screamed. "Nooo!!" She flailed as the servant picked her up, the muscles in her arms bulging. She took her out of the room, as the Queen sighed. "Thank the gods for that." She rubbed her temples, her long fingernails digging into them. "I must think of a way to get her out of the kingdom, so the suitors will stop trying to take her hand." The Queen looked out the window, feeling the guilt of what she was going to do hit her full force. "I must. It will keep the suitors away until she is of age." She felt tears well in her eyes. "Sorry Amara. It must be done." She whispered and gently rested her head in her hands. "Only the gods can help us now." .....