•ON HOLD•
Chelona Castellanos is not a queen.
She is not someone who can handle a kingdom, have a lordly, kingly, husband, wear ball gowns and pass judgement. She is a free spirit who never really was free.
But when she finds her family murdered, he...
Hot tears ran down her cheeks, sobs catching in her throat. She had had a man beheaded because he spoke his mind. Given, he had been offensive towards the royal family but that was no reason to behead a person. To end their life for good, he would have had a family, he might have been the only source of their income.
She buried her head deeper into her pillow, drenching it with her tears. They tasted salty on her tongue as she whimpered uselessly.
There was no one who would have understood. It was then she realised: she was all alone. Her heart shattered on that notion, and yet, she wiped her tears and unruffled her gown. She was the Queen. Her stomach disagreed; it would rather throw up its contents than act any more queenly.
Her queasiness increased every minute, she wasn't surprised: she'd just seen a man beheaded. For the first time. For a worthless reason. This was just going to add fuel to the fire of the rebellion that was inciting.
"Your Grace? This is Laura, shall I enter?"
Her voice rang out from behind the thick doors and curtains. She yelled back that she may, and wiped her face and sat straight.
Laura pushed through the door, a dozen washed, dried, and folded gowns weighing her down. She placed them on the counter and began arranging them in the vast closet. Her back was turned, and yet somehow Chelona could feel that her attention was fixed on her. Finally she broke their uncomfortable silence,
"Where I came from, it was said that a kingdom is not a place, but a people. If the people are yours, the kingdom is too. They say that they once executed a queen, because they were unsure of her fertility, and the child growing in her womb, for their king was young."
"What happened to her?"
"She died, along with her unborn child and was not even burned, only left for the crows to make a meal of her. If it was or was not the kings child, we wouldn't ever know. The king never argued, to remain in the good graces of the people."
That was decisively queer: the power being in the hands of people. There was a reason for monarchs, For people had too many opinions, and no broad idea. Most thought only of themselves. There was no way of how every citizen would be given a chance.
The day had been long, and she was exhausted despite no physical exercise.
"I wish to speak to Lord Eddard, do fetch him for me."
Laura nodded, bowed and left.
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Chelona's thoughts shifted towards Laura's words. Had Thalassa always been controlled by their people? She wouldn't know. She came out of her bedchamber, it was awfully littered with books and satins and jewellery.
Opening the door wide she strode out, Sir William and Wren Demos bringing up her rear. They had been at the door, guarding. She spotted Lord Eddard talking with another man in the hallway. She fell back, in line with Sir William and Wren.
