Dynasty

Chapter One

Rosalina's Pov

As I stood at the window my eyes scanned the grey sky. For what seemed to be the hundredth day straight the rain poured down making ripples in the already existing puddles. I chuckled to myself as I watched the drops fall, it was almost as if the sky stayed in a constant state of darkness because that's how I felt inside. Darkness. To the naked eye I seemed unstoppable. I was becoming queen in a few short weeks, I was going to rule all of England, I had anything my heart desired, and more if I still wasn't satisfied. But behind closed doors I had nothing.

Money, power, notoriety, it meant nothing to me. Sure, it was amazing to have all those things, but the one thing I truely wanted money couldn't buy. On the eve of my sixteenth year, nearly two years ago, a messanger arived at the castle gates with information that would shake the foundation of my country. Their king, King Charles IV, had died in battle with a foreign country and would be remembered forever in their hearts as the greatest king to reign since the begining of time.
Now recently, my mother, the Queen, had began to grow deathly ill. The doctor does daily check ups and tells her that she doesn't have much longer to live. This news has changed my beloved mother. Before his death my mother worked her very hardest in attempt to force my father to wait to let me fall in love, now she has turned into him. Since the news of her appending death she's forced Edwin to come see me, just as my father used too. She fears I will be left alone to control the country and that I will not be able to handle the responsibility tied to the title I will have.

Edwin. Where do I even begin to explain such a putrid man? Edwin has the looks to make a thousand ladies fall for him, but me. This is because unlike all those other duchesses, maidens and peasants I'm not constantly yearning to lose my virtues to anyone in sight. I see right though his captivating smile, his piercing eyes, lavish clothing and seductive charm. Edwin is the type of man that is power hungry, will do anything to get it, and is always searching for a girl to shag. I figured out a long time ago I wanted nothing to do with him, and I still don't.

I watched out the window as I saw a black carriage coming towards the castle in the distance.

"Excuse me, Miss Rosalina, your majesty, your presence is requested in the throne room," I heard the small voice of my maid Greta call from behind my door.

I sighed, patted down my dress, checked my hair for the final time, and headed toward the door. With a swift pull I found Greta and two guards standing outside my door per usual.

"Greta, we're friends. How many times do I have to remind you that you don't have to refer to me as 'your majesty'," I greeted her with a warm smile.

"My apologizes Miss Rosalina, your maj-, it's just I get nervous that I'll lose my job if I don't call you that and someone overhears." She smiled up at me for a brief second before averted her eyes to the ground, just another Greta trade mark, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, I'll do my best to seeing that you never lose your job," I attempted in reassuring her. "But please, by my request, just calling me Rosalina is fine."

"Of course Miss Rosalina. Thank you." I sighed at her use at the title 'Miss' but it will have to do I guess.

I made my way down the long corridors passing many bustling people along the way. It seemed as if the entire castle was so excited for Sir Edwin's arrival their own child may have been being born and they wouldn't be that enthusiastic. If only they saw him for his true self as I did then nobody would be doing anything, mostly because he wouldn't even be invited into the castle, or even the kingdom for that matter.

After a short walk down the long halls I arrived at the most important room in the entire place, the throne room. The throne room was the room where everything happened. If there was a public hearing, it happened in the throne room, an exchange of power, the throne room, even if there was need for someone to plea their case to the court it happened, much to anyone's surprise, in the throne room.