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Chapter One

Phillip POV.

Queenstrial. The event, where I find a queen. I choose my future wife.

If only I had a choice.
The worst part was, was that I was only getting married so my dad, could be richer, and the family name would be more respected or whatever. I didn't really care.  I mean, of course I'm still going to do it, maybe I'll end up with a nice girl.
I sat in my throne, barley even listening to my father talk.
"Today, my good people of Illan. We find our future queen, my son has chosen well, indeed. Through this marriage we signal strength, and power. To make our country a better place. Through the strongest bond you can make." He finished.
My mother smiled. The whole choosing process, was rigged, of course. They chose a beautiful, and smart girl from one of the poor villages. Made her a lady before she got here, and then we acted like everything else was the same.
My father's voice boomed across the hall. "Lady  Kyrah Van Talla, from the village of Rycos, Heir to House Van Talla."
She walked in, flanked by guards and her house. She was beautiful, yes I admit. But I could care less. This was just a job I was raised for, and she was the last nail in the coffin.
She walked to the thrones with grace, and went into a curtsy. "Your Highness."
I inclined my head. "Lady Van Talla."
She did the same for the rest of my family and moved to sit with her house. Her house colors were purple and black.
She had curled silver hair that was long, making her matching gown more elegant with no touch of jewelry.                                                         


I was doomed. Her face was cold. No feeling there at all, but you could see in her eyes she was intelligent. Calculating. Perhaps my downfall.


A few minutes later, the party continued.
As the custom, I walked over to ask for a dance with my new fiance.
"May I have this dance?" I asked. It wasn't really a question, as she couldn't exactly refuse.

Kyrah gave me a slight bow, her hair, a sheer silver curtain moving in the motion.

I have a bow in return and held out my hand as the music began to play, and the other guests found partners. "Lady Van Talla."  Kyrah took my hand. She seemed repulsed, and disgusted.

  I decided to be nice to her though, I mean, her life had been set in stone. Like mine.

"So, Lady Van Talla, has New York been kind to you so far?" I asked, spinning along to the music.

She wasn't a bad dancer, considering she'd never been to a ball before.
Kyrah's eyes narrowed.

"Yes, Your Highness." Her voice was icy, like she didn't enjoy my company. But that couldn't be true.  I was prince. She used mock politeness.

I smiled my usual ball smile. "Please, call me Phillip M'lady."
Kyrah wrinkled her nose. "Your Highness is what I'd prefer to call you, and please don't call me "M'lady. I'm eighteen, not thirty seven."
I furrowed my brows. Why was she being so..rude? This wasn't very nice of a lay, but I laughed her insult off.

"Yes, of course Lady Van Talla. How are you? I mean, your to be queen."

Kyrah raised an eyebrow. "I don't think that question's appropriate."

I scoffed. "Neither is arranged marriages, but look where we are."

"Well, you stated the obvious Your Highness, but we both know this is only so our families can get richer. Or so, your family can seem like good people. Like, they care about their subjects."

Once it was time for a spin in the dance, I spun her faster than needed, which angered her. Her face was still calm.


"That was uncalled for."
"So was your tone to a prince."
"Prince is just a title that can be stripped away easily."
"So is Queen."
"Good thing I'm not one." Kyrah side stepped, the song was over. She went back to sit with her family, chatting with some..boy from House Latish.


I furrowed my brows, pondering how just a simple girl could be so unpleasant. The fact that a commoner had the audacity to talk to me , that way confused me.
I made a mental note to send her to Protocol. Maybe Lady Daron could teach her some manners.


See, the world is strange enough.
Yes, I've known Queenstrial was coming, but I expected there to be at least..a trial.
It was just my Father saying a few words, introducing Kyrah, and then dancing?

The name is unfitting, and rather not the best way to choose the future queen of this country.
What can I do? I can't very well send her away. That's out of the question.


Maybe I could try and be friends with her? Just because I'm a prince doesn't mean I have no clue as to what friends are. I have plenty. My little sister. And some of my soldier's in my battalion. We hang out sometimes. That's enough right?
Maybe, even. I could learn to love her.

Maybe she isn't so stuck up, rude, obnoxious, unfeeling, hard hearted and callous as she strives to seem.
I settled back in my throne of red and black, my house colors. House Hamilton has been reigning for a very long time.
Tomorrow, I would be determined to learn more about Lady Van Talla, even if it killed me.  

A/N: I actually promise the next chapter is better. This one needs to be revised.