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Chapter Two

Run down of today so far.

I got engaged. My fiancé doesn't even like me, nor respect the face that she is a common woman, and I am a prince. I'm going to have to request she goes back to Protocol.

And who was the guy from House Latish she was talking to? Family, maybe.

I took a closer look and saw it was Arian Latish. His father was the head of House Latish, and they owned a lot of land to the east, near the Grandes Lagos. Cousins of ours.

Kyrah was smiling, and her face was happy. Unlike her whole "I hate you and the whole royal crown" thing she had going on . She placed a hand on Arian's shoulder, as they laughed about something.

I wouldn't be surprised if he got a consort's crown in the near future, or if they were just friends.

I'd have to ask her.

And, I also decided to try to get along with my future wife. So, let's go on, shall we? Actually..it's Kyrah's turn.

Kyrah Pov. (Lady Van Talla).

The prince, future king, was horribly annoying. I cannot believe I had to be engaged to that beast.

Yes. Everything about him was perfect, and annoyingly so. His hair, perfectly cut and combed, his royal clothing, immaculate. The way he greeted people, treated them, and always kept the same stupid smile when talking to everyone.

I've known my betrothed for one day, and I already regretted entering Queenstrial.

Not like I had a choice. See, I come from the village of Rycos. A simple village in itself.

Everyone, is simple. Except for me. I am greatly talented in all subjects, and by far the most beautiful person in that village, which I hate. It's a curse.

It's no secret that the palace wanted someone of common descent, but with a pretty face.

I want to scream, let every one know these royal lies.

So, I was chosen. But my beauty was not why. I remembered the day I was summoned to become the future queen by King Alexander, a laughable thing in itself. But you cannot refuse a summons from the king.

So I went. My entire family became a High House. We were no longer commoners. Enough wealth to buy my little mud village a million times.

My parents rejoiced. My siblings, cousins, and all distant members were excited. Everyone, except my father, did not know the lies.

I didn't. I did not want to be engaged to a spoiled brat. Much less the prince.

And I certainly do not want to be queen. See, I knew my whole life that I would become queen anyways.

Why else would I have Protocol Lessons, when the other children in my village went to play in the river. Why, would I have to learn how to eat, sit, drink, and talk properly? I never got to go outside. For my mother always said the same thing. "You'll get your face dirty."

As if my face mattered to me at all. But it did to her, to my father, to my family. To ensure I was a perfect little lady, doomed to sit beside a king one day. Whenever I asked why, I would always get the same answer. "To serve your country."

That was a soldier's job. I, am not a solider. But that changed on my sixteenth birthday.

Because the palace wanted no questions on whether I was of common descent, the palace made a story.

Queenstrial. Everyone, every girl of age, got to enter to hopefully become a future queen.

The girls competed, and which one was the best in all departments, was chosen.

That isn't the truth.

The Hamilton's were not the only line of Kings. At all. They had only begun to reign forty years ago, because of a murder. A murder a Hamilton son committed.

James Hamilton, a greedy prince, subject to his half brother Asriel Jefferson, the ruling house at the time.

Asriel was born first, his mother died soon after, so the king remarried.

Asriel became king. James was jealous, and about a year after the coronation Asriel was poisoned, and the throne fell to the younger brother.

No one knew who did it. No one but Asriel's wife, Rachel. Rachel Laris.

My great grandmother. She kept the secret hidden in her archives, since she married James, now he was king.

The secret was well kept for many years. Until Asriel's daughter found it. She passed the secret down to her son, my father. But, House Laris was stripped of their titles once Grandmother challenged her Uncle. Cast away to the village of Rycos.

Where we remain. She changed her last name to Van Talla, the disappearance blamed on food poisoning that swept through a family dinner.

Later, I was born and my father traded the secret of the murder, in exchange I become future queen.

The game of Queenstrial made to cover it all up, a poor paper wall against bullets of secrets.

I was raised to become queen. No emotion. That is key.

To increase bravado about my so called common descent, I became a maid for House Latish.

I was a personal maid for the heir to the house, Lord Arian himself. A boy, the same age as me. I worked under him many months, and we gradually grew closer.

Then romantically involved.

No one knew of course, that would have been considered treason. I told Arian everything, and we loved each other. Love, each other. He planned to marry me, he told me.

That changed, when I was summoned to the Palace, and my life changed forever.

I cannot promise the Heir to a House a consort's crown. I was too blind to see that the extra lessons my mother gave me was to prepare me to be apart of the royal family.

Arian called me his queen, his muse.

Thanks to Phillip Hamilton, that is no more.

I hate him.

A/N: This story is a work in progress.