UNFIT Royal (Short Story)

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When I got to my room I threw myself onto my bed, covering my room mouth to mask the sounds of my crying.

I curled up into a ball. Well the best I could have anyways despite my corset and this dress being so big.

Then Wynter entered my room, taking the situation in she ran to me.

I probably looked a mess.

The future queen is a mess over a conversation.

I am going to be a horrible queen if I can't handle a hostile conversation with a childhood friend.

"Breathe. Breathe. Ebonie, you have to breathe." Wynter commanded me, as she crawled into my bed.

She stroked my hair as I continued crying, but did not force me to talk about what happened to put me a state as such. For that I am grateful.

She continued to stroke my hair and hold me as I cried myself to sleep last night. I can not explain why I had such strong emotions after my conversation with Malcolm last night, but I felt like that young girl I once was not too long ago.

I did not like it one bit.

I couldn't seem to get over all the information Malcolm had disclosed.

I am to be queen in mere hours.

Why am I stuck on a conversation with someone I knew so long ago?

But even still no matter the circumstances my head kept chanting throughout the night, and even these early morning hours.

He read them.

He knew.

He just simply didn't care.

He tried to justify leaving without any word or reason because of his selfishness.

He is a very narcissistic man.

Wynter has awaken and she is talking to me.

But I can't hear her. I could see her mouth moving, but nothing was coming out it seemed.

It was all just blurred within my thoughts, as my mind is racing.

I stood up walking to the mirror that was in the far corner of the room. As I began walking, I started noticing every little detail of my room along the way, that I hadn't in the last few days.

My room looked barren of me.

But the memories of this room still lived within me.

My favorite lounging couches were now gone, and replaced with my parents'.

Those couches were Athena's favorite place to sit and look out at the kingdom. Athena used to refuse to leave my room at night just to fall asleep watching where the sea ended and our kingdom began.

The paintings that Gaia painted of and for me, were gone.

Gaia has painted numerous things for me, and they were all so great. Gaia is so talented. I wish she would listen to me, and allow her work to hung throughout our palace where others of great station would be able to see them.

My favorite flowers, marigolds, were replaced with tulips.

Marigolds were the flowers of my birth and childhood. My mother received marigolds from my father as a thank you for giving him a lovely daughter, an heir to the throne as well. So as a result my mother always gave me marigolds on my birthday or on any other occasion to remind me how special I am to her. As marigolds to some people represent life, and I gave her life the day I was born.

The tile on the floor had changed. How could I have not noticed, I've had the same tile since I was a little girl and I picked it out myself.

I remember this is where Malcolm and I played in our younger days. We had so many sword fights here, and us just chasing each other around.

My wooden vanity was replaced with another white larger one.

The place were I did most of my writings for my schooling and otherwise. Even the letters to Malcolm.

With that thought I frowned, but continued looking around.

My jewelry in its entirety is now gone, except for my tiara.

My tiara. Something, I hadn't wore in days. Is to be replaced with a crown fit for a queen.

I finally made my way across the room, standing in front of the mirror.

I looked into the mirror with fresh eyes.

I was taller, my hips were wider but they fit my frame. My hair grew longer, my skin wasn't as light as it was my skin became a few shades darker. My eyes something that always seemed to bug out as a little girl, now fit the frame of my face. My eyes were still a vibrant brown, like when I was still a child but I was no longer naive or easily forgiving.

As I didn't look the same. I didn't act the same. I wasn't the same person. I had been through things, he could not tell.

He didn't look the same. He didn't act the same. He wasn't the same person. He had been through things, I could tell.

That is why Malcolm and I can never be friends again, as we are both different people now yet he can't see I am not that the girl he left behind all those years ago.

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Hours later, I am looking in the same mirror but I am now in my coronation dress.

I am very nervous, my heart feels like its about to rip out of my chest as I smooth my dress.

I have been in complete isolation, since Wynter had to leave. It's protocol for the next reigning ruler to be in complete isolation to avoid an attempted assassinations on the next in line, it became a rule when my great-great-great grandfather's brother was murdered by his twin brother.

Then there was three sharp knocks at the door, signaling that I had three minutes before I had to leave.

I looked at my appearance again in the mirror. My dress is white signifying my purity as a woman, ruler, and christian. My dress was floor length, and the dress was very conservative yet comfortable.

Then there was four knocks at the door, I swiftly made my way to the door and opened it. Outside, the door my father stood there with a small smile on his face. I walked out, and he offered me his arm.

He couldn't talk to me, also according to protocol but I knew he was proud and he loved me.

We finally reached the grand doors, and we stopped.

I could hear the live music outside the door, and that nervousness from earlier began to creep back into me, but I had to put that aside.

As the song came to its end, my father grabbed my arm a bit more firmly signifying he was nervous as well. I smiled at him, in which he returned.

The doors opened, but I trained my eyes on the vatican. I couldn't let my eyes wonder, because today is supposed to be about me, and not anyone else.

In three hours, I would be Queen Ebonie of Fairmarsh.

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Merry Christmas and Happy New Years Everyone!

I am sorry that this took so long to update, but I am proud that I did it!

*Sassy