The Princess That Didn't Want To Be Queen

The Princess That Didn't Want To Be Queen (whole story)

'But I don't want to be queen,' Isabella snapped before slamming the door shut. She flopped onto her bed and started crying for the fourth time that week. After the last queen was unfortunately poisoned when visiting a distant relative in France, a lot of pressure was put on the young princess. She didn't want to rule or sit on a throne fit for a Queen, she especially didn't want to fail her country. How did her mother cope with all the stress and fear of being a disappointment she thought. Without realising the princess fell into a peaceful sleep and didn't wake up till the next day. That day would be no different to the other days she had trudged through that week.
She fell out of her bed when her alarm clock blared in her ear. Her ladies in waiting rushed to her aid which she didn't necessarily need. She only fell out her bed, it's not like she fell down 10 stories of stairs face first which did happen an hour later but no one ran to her aid. She had to dust herself off and then head to the medical room to get her leg bandaged. Isabella then hurried to breakfast in the dining hall. She limped to the head of the table where her new seat was. By the time she sat down in her chair she was at a loss of breath. She looked up to see everyone's stone gaze stuck on her. Their stares didn't move the entire way through breakfast, not even to their food which created quite a mess for the cleaners. She started to eat but her fork was snatched away from her.
'Need I remind you that all your meals must be taste tested, by me, in case there is poison in your food. We can't afford anything happening to you after the old queens fate.' Amelia's voice cracked on the word old. Amelia was the princess's advisor, 40 or so years old, very strict but extremely sympathetic when you needed her to be. Amelia had some rules, no shopping, no lazing about, no doing anything she wouldn't do, which left practically nothing, but her biggest rule was having a meeting every day at 5 o'clock, which (no offence to her) is a pretty dumb rule. Last time she skipped the meeting for school, (which for some reason wasn't okay with Amelia) Amelia freaked out which was completely unnecessary. The princess just wanted to kick her legs up onto the table and say do what ever you want but when she asked Amelia if she could, she literally laughed in her face. The day went on failure after failure. Her stubborn crown wouldn't stay on her head, instead it landed on her toe with a thud sending her hoping around the hall, spinning in circles. This meant she had to put more pressure on her other leg, the one she injured on the way down the stairs. Her French teacher thought she was speaking Italian when she was in fact speaking gibberish. During her spanish lesson she struggled to say every syllable. Her Latin lesson were no less a struggle. By the end her throat was hoarse and her tongue was tied. She finally lost it during horse riding. After a dozen attempts at doing a lap on her horse, her horse bucked her off once again like a fussy toddler. In frustration she stormed off to her room and chucked her helmet in the bin and her water bottle on her bedside table. She was sad, furious, confused and stressed out all at the same time. If she were any younger she would have had a tantrum right then and there but from her past experiences of having tantrums she knew that the people in the castle would never stop calling her a spoiled brat. A little girl that never grew up. That's all she was, a little girl. Not a queen, she could never be a queen just a little girl. She sat on her bed and stared at her pink wall for what felt like only a minute but as that so called minute passed she checked her clock which read 6:00. She groaned and flung the clock to the other side of the room and it broke on impact. She lied back on her bed and looked at the ceiling. Although she tried very hard not to, she couldn't help but shed a few tears. How she wanted to sneak out of the castle and never even think about the struggles she went through after her mother had passed. Her mother, how could she have been so selfish to not even think of her mother. She started bawling. A minute or so later (she couldn't tell because she had broken her clock) a soft knock echoed through the room. The princess tried to reply but she found that she couldn't, her mouth was too dry to even murmur. Instead she sat up, feeling rather dizzy, drank from her water bottle then opened the door. Of course the person that stood on the other side was one angry looking Amelia. Ugh. Isabella could tell almost immediately that her eyes were red and puffy just by how quickly Amelia's expression changed. One minute her eyebrows were furrowed and a deep frown was etched onto her face and the next she had wrapped her arms around the princess and almost started crying. They both sat on her bed and said nothing until Amelia finally broke the silence.
'You look so much like your mother' Isabella thought it ironic that Amelia had said that. Isabella had previously wondered if she would ever be like her mother and be strong enough to rule the country and now her question was answered. No, she looked like her mother but clearly didn't act like her mother or Amelie would have said you act so much like your mother.
'How did my mum cope when she was my age?' Isabella asked.
Amelia chuckled.
'She didn't you see, your Mum and I were good friends but she would always complain to me about how stressful her life was. Sometimes she would sneak around the castle or spy on her parents to pretend she was someone else. Clearly back then she wasn't ready and neither are you but you will learn and when the time comes you will be a great ruler. One time your mum and I...' She trailed off and looked at her watch. 'I can tell you later, for now we should go to dinner.'
Amelia started to walk off but Isabella stopped her.
'Amelia?'
'Yes'
'I might need a new clock'

## Twenty years later
'The queen has now had and named her little girl.' Exclaimed the news presenter, 'She has named her Amelia. We look forward to seeing her grow up. In other news..' The television was turned off.
The old lady spun her chair around to face the queen. 'Amelia?'
'Named after the one and only' the queen had the newborn in her arms. The baby's eyes sparkled like the sea.
'Are you packed and ready?' Amelia (the original) asked.
'Yes,' The queen stood up and rested little Amelia in her cot, 'But I don't want to leave the baby here' she then tickled the baby whom let out a small giggle.
'I'm afraid you have to, but don't worry, your husband will take good care of her.' Amelia stood up but stumbled into Isabella. She helped her get back to her feet then picked her child up one last time and kissed her on the forehead. She rested her once again in the cot. For the next few days she wouldn't see her precious baby as she would be visiting a distant relative in France and eating the finest French delicacies.