Not This Time *Red Queen Fanfiction*

Chapter one

*Disclaimer, I do not own any of this characters, all rights go to Victoria Aveyard!

Evangeline's pov

I feel trapped inside myself.
Make him choose, Mare. Make him turn me aside.
Like me, she has too many words she wants to scream. I hope she sees how much I want to refuse.
The prince, the rightfull heir of Norta, sets his jaw, collecting himself. I glance at Mare, who is as desperate as I am, begging with her eyes. After the most dreaded three seconds of my life, he opens his mouth to answer.
"No".
I heave a sigh of relief, not caring for the judging eyes in the room, trying to decipher why the princess is relived to hear her betrothed denial of the crown. Not my betrothed anymore.
I glance at the reds, and of course, they're pleased with this decision. Some even smile, glad to escape the rule of another silver king. Then I glance at Barrow. Her happiness shows at every set of her body. The relaxed set of her shoulders, the bright smile, the way she beams at Cal. I'm surprised she isn't all over him yet, kissing him thank you.
The silvers, on the other hand, are quite the opposite. My father, or this wreched excuse of a father, keeps his face regal, his mask never slipping. Anabel, unlike the Samos king, is raging, and I'm surprised nothing blew up yet. "Your father died for your crown, and you want to throw it away? For who?! Abandon your country? For what?!" She seethes, and her eyes, the bronze gleam her grandson shares, are full of anger she direct on both him and the electricon standing next to him.
Tiberias, Cal, answers without missing a bit. "For the reds, the people of our country who suffer because they can't make things explode with the touch of a hand."
Bold words Calore. I kind of owe you, so let's hope she won't blow your insides up.
The blonde haired general speaks, and I'm thankful for that, since I felt like I was being cooked in an oven. "Cal's choice has been made, I suggest we go on with our meeting." Both Mare and Cal turn around, sitting next to the scarlet guard generals. A symbolic move, showing that their side was chosen. Davidson picks up after her, his mask unreadable. "We won, but the fortress is a useless place now, with the Lakelander war finished. We better leave Corvium behind, and focus on regaining our army. Soldiers from Montfort can provide, if the council decide so." On my left, My mother's snake hisses at the mention of the supposedly democratic council. Surprisingly, Mare Barrow finally speak. "I would like to witness the process, and see the democratic country myself." The premier glaces at her, but Barrow's face are held in place. "Very well. Me and my council will welcome the visitors from this council, a meeting to organise troops will be in place." I tune out For the rest of the meeting, not bothering to pay attention. I catch a few words about their plan. they will destroy Corvium, and deliver more newblood soldiers for training.thogh I spend most of the time thinking about Elane and how happy she will be, her beautiful face and the fact that we would stay together. Finally after many boring discussions, my father decides to conclude this meeting. "We will destroy this fortress in a week time. The representatives who go to Montfort are Mare Barrow, General Farley, Tiberias Calore, Anabel Lerolan, Julian Jacos, and Evangeline Samos and Elane Haven for the rift." He finishes. For a second, I want to protest ,scream at him for sending me away. then I realize it will be just me, Elane, and a bunch of naive meaningful representatives. Fantastic.
Everyone get up from their seats, happy for the respite. I watch Mare and Cal emrace and smile to each other. I would sneer at them, but their love is what saved me from a Queen's cage. And I feel, actually happy for them. A wierd feeling and a wierd day. As I start to get of my chair, I spot Anabel moving forward, one hand outstretched, her hand glowing with her ability. And she's headed straight to Mare.