Crowned follows a character named Mara Clare who is a waitress in Chicago. She has never felt connected to anyone. Even her parents never seemed to love her. Therefore, her escape came through the pages of books. On her 25th birthday, she gets a cal...
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Peter escapes from the bustling crowd, their maddening questions and screams, still pulsating inside of his head. He walks past the colorful outfits, the chanting of 'our future king', how could he feel so alone in such a massive crowd of people? He knew this day would be hard but between the news reporters hounding him with questions and his parents putting the world on his shoulders he merely wants to get away for awhile.
He finds himself on the beach watching as the beautiful colors of the ship's sails glide across the azure ocean. The sails dance along the wind, in hues of gold, orange, and fuschia. It's supposed to be a time to celebrate their victories, and their freedom as a country, how ironic that their own future king feels like he's in shackles. He's bound to his duty, to his kingdom, to someone who he doesn't even love. What type of freedom is in that?
He watches as the boats drift in the distance and for a moment he imagines himself on one of those boats. He longs to feel the sea's wind in his hair, smelling the beautiful glory of the open air and ocean. If he were on a boat like that he'd never look back, he'd simply let it drift away to sea going wherever the ocean deemed him worthy.
He picks up pebbles and begin to throw them in the ocean watching them as they fully sink to the bottom. He hasn't spoken to his parents after their argument at dinner and he can barely stand to look at them today. They, on the other hand, seem too animated with him, showering him with affection for all their people and for the cameras. He could feel his smile burn his face as numerous cameras flashed capturing every moment. If only the cameras would show his true turmoil. He had momentarily seen Alice in passing and made it a priority to pretend like he hadn't even witnessed her. He turned the other way and followed both his parents towards their tent. He pretended that he didn't see her wave to him. He didn't dare to look back at see her lower her head in defeat.
The tent had been too silent, neither of them breaking their silence with apologies or any words of affirmation. How had they become so broken? So loveless? The silence was maddening so without any comments, or an exchange of good-byes, he got up and left walking to where he stands at this moment.
The sounds of laughter feels the sandy shore as he notices two small boys running, with kites in their hands, along the ocean's waves. They're wearing their finest clothes but they don't mind getting wet, playing in the sand and living life. He watches as the boys point towards the massive ships, their eyes lighting up with awe. It brings him back to when Alfie and him were boys, watching as the majestic ships fluttered past them. They both wanted to swim towards them to see them up close but neither of them had the courage to do so.
"If I didn't know any better I'd believe you were hiding."
He turns and is saddened to see that it's Alice opposed to the one person he is hoping secretly for.
"The regatta use to be fun, when I was a child, now I find it quite annoying."
Alice stands next to him in her light pink dress with puffy sleeves and a high turtleneck. Her hair is done intricately into a bun and she's wearing a massive pink hat, with feathers, that matches her dress. She looks lovely with pale pink lips. She belongs in this world and he does as well, but he's looking for an escape and no matter how hard he tries this world keeps pulling him back in.
