Royals

3

It's been five months since father and Graces death. The children and I have grown closer yet distant at the same time. I don't know how to reach out to Peter. He's angry all the time. His fourteenth birthday just passed. He's of age now and it scares me more than anything.

Five months of me running the castle. In two days I get crowned queen, that also scares the shit out of me. I don't know if I can handle a whole country. I can barely handle the children. What if I mess this up? What if I lose the country? I don't know the first thing about ruling a country. I have to teach myself as I go. I know I'll make mistakes but I vowed to protect my country and children and I will fulfill that vow till the day I die.
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I lay in bed staring at the ceiling for what seems hours after I wake up. Nolan lays peacefully sleeping. I slide from under the covers and get dressed in my deep red off the shoulder dress and black heels. Rita ties my hair back with a matching ribbon and I kiss Nolan before leaving the room. He's the most perfect three year old to ever exist.

Today is the day I get crowned queen.

I take a deep breathe and enter the throne room. The guards are seated on the right side of the aisle and the maids and servants on the other. Rita ready the children and their seated front row. The crown is placed neatly on the pillow, and I smile thinking that's mine. In less than an hour the whole country would be mine. Armies right at my disposal. I'll have so much power, yet so much responsibility.

I walk to the front of the room and turn to face the audience. When the Pope clears his throat the crowd stands and bows. My hands grow sweaty and my heart is as if it were coming out of my chest. I watch the audience to distract my anxiety and my eyes land on Keebler. His hair effortlessly perfect hanging right over his amazing eyes. His lips are flawlessly full and slightly parted. His tan skin gleams with the light sun that shines through the window. I can't take my eyes off him, then his stare meets mine. I can't help but blush.

Stop Myiah. He's a guard. You can't and won't have anything more.

The thought of being allowed to touch his skin lingers in my mind. I want to touch him. To trace my fingers along his perfect body. I want to taste his lips with my own. I shake the thoughts and return to the ceremony.

By now the Pope is holding the crown right over my head. Nice missed half of my own ceremony. He finish his speeches and and crown is lowering over my head and placed perfectly on my head.

" All hail the Queen. Long may you Reign"
The phrase gets chanted all across the room along with the claps from my people.  Nothing can take the smile from my face.
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                                      Peter POV

      I can't believe it's been five months since both father and Grace have died. Myiah has run the castle and she's done pretty good actually. Today makes the day she's crowned Queen. I slip into my uniform and parade with the crowd to the throne room. I'm watching with the crowd and listening to the chatter. Some are excited for Myiah's reign, I can't say the same for everyone.

The light melody from the instruments fill the room as the doors open wide and a beautiful young girl appears. If it wasn't for her long, silky and shiny black hair I wouldn't have recognized her. Her deep red dress hits the floor and hangs perfectly around her shoulders. The emarld necklace traces her back line and falls even with the hem of the dress. Her hair falls in long curls around her.