All Is Fair In Love and War (Red Queen Fanfiction)

Part 1 Chapter 8

Mare

   Me and Maven both stand there mouthes agape at the scene in front of us. Elara is on the ground crying with Cal on his knees, a sword plagued in silver blood beside him. King Tiberas is laying on the ground, his lifeless eyes shooting daggers down by spine.
   "How could you?", Maven screams at his brother, "Why would you kill our father?" Cal just kneels there, not a single noise leaving his horrified body.
   "His intentions remain to be clear," Elara states as she stops crying, "What is for certain is that Cal must pay for his treachery and betrayal against the throne." I couldn't move. Even though I knew this was going to happen, I thought that someone would stop him, or it was all just superstitions. Never in a million years would I expect Cal to stoop so low. As we reached the port in Archeon, two guards quickly came, put some sort of stone cuffs on Cal, and basically dragged him off to what  I guess were the dungeons. As we walked off the boat in silence, Elara told us to go get changed and to meet her in the throne room immediately. As I was ushered into what I assumed was my new room, three maids hastily got me ready for what I assumed was Elara making the announcement of what just happened. While they quietly worked, I couldn't get what had happened out of my mind. The silver blood staining the velvet carpet of the boat, and the king's lifeless body laying beside an unmoving Cal. I jerk as I realize something even more horrifying. Maven is going to ascend to the throne with me along with him. When the maids finish up, a give them a slight nod of approval, and head towards the throne room with Lucas close behind me.
   "My lady, we are here," Lucas says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I straighten my posture as I had been taught and walked through the grand doors of Whitefire's throne room. The first thing I see is a camera crew stationed in front of two throne. One occupied by Elara, and the other empty. Maven beckons my to stand beside him. As a walk over to him, as gracefully as I can muster, Elara starts her speech.
   "Today marks a sad day for Norta. My husband, the late king, Tiberase Calore the Sixth was murdered by my son Tiberas Calore the Seventh on the boat ride to Archeon this morning. This treachery against the crown, I assure you, will not go unpunished. He shall be executed at the Bowl of Bones one week from now for his crimes against me, my husband, and the crown." I brace myself, knowing what is coming next. Maven feels me shuffle nervously and whispers. "Hey, it'll be fine. Just relax, I will be here the whole time." At this I relax a little. Knowing Maven will be here is enough for me to stand a little taller.
   "Because of the dire circumstances, my son Maven Calore is forced to ascend to the throne at such a young age. His fiánce, Mareena Titanos has also sadly been forced to ascend to the throne in such a dire time. To make sure that their rise to power goes smoothly, the joining of House Titanos and House Calore will be in two weeks. Any silver noble that wishes to accompany us to celebrate the royal wedding is invited to attend." Elara finishes her speech and walks away, me and Maven close behind her. As we walk out of the throne room, Elara turns to me and says, "Lady Titanos, please meet me in the grand hall in one hour. Make sure to dress appropriately. I will send a maid to get you ready. And Maven dear, you may be excused for now." As Maven and Elara walk away, I quickly scurry back to my room. When I get there, I lay down on my bed, think about today's events. As my eyes start to close, a small knock snaps my eyes open. I open the door to see a short red maid holding a number of boxes. I gesture for her to come in, and she immeadiatly gets to work. She gets the items out, and quickly gets me dressed for whatever Elara has planned for me. I don't notice as I am too busy worrying what  Queen Elara has planned for me. I realize with a jolt that she won't be queen for too much longer. I soon will take her place. A heavy weight on my head makes me look at the full body mirror I am standing in front of while the maid finishes up. What I see almost knocks the wind out of me. I am in a similar dress to the one I was wearing for the broadcast, my makeup is a little more focused and precise, but one thing stands out. A silver crown rests on my head.