As Princess of Pheoria, and future Queen, you are brought up to live and learn the trade of the Monarch along with Leo, the son of the King's regent. Stressed by the demands of royalty, you feel it closing in, that is, of course, when everything fal...
Have you ever wanted to be someone other than yourself?
Who would you be? A nurse? A writer?
10 years ago the Kingdom of Pheoria was the largest Kingdom known, with a rising population.
A kingdom full of love, full of hope, and full of opportunity.
But, here I am, I can not leave.
My name is Grace, only 15, heir to the Pheorian throne until it's time for me to take my father's place one day and become the first Pheorian Queen to reign over all in nearly 300 years.
My mother, the Queen, is 4 months pregnant, my father, the King, pressured to keep our Kingdom safe and thriving. And for me, the pressure is definitely on, how to dress, how to talk, how to do anything. I guess it's what happens when you come from a long generation of Kings,
I have never had a choice in this or asked what I would want.
This is the life that was chosen for me.
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GRACE
"The unharming sharks, they glided as if with padlocks on their mouths; the savage sea-hawks sailed with sheathed beaks."
"One the second day, a sail drew near, nearer, and picked me up at the last."
"It was the devious cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search for her missing children, only found another orphan."
"THE END."
"Well, that was stupid," Leo said, laying on the grass as I finished up our mandatory afternoon reading of Moby Dick.
Leonardo Scott, 16.
Son of Roderick Scott, my father's Regent. Also known as, his right-hand man, or private secretary.
I would describe him as having tan skin, dark brown hair, and piercing light brown eyes. He was rather tall for his age and built like a twig, you would think that the boy never ate, but oh, he did often.
We've known each other since we were months old, his father always bringing him over here for us to have someone to play with while they conduct business, even taking the same online school courses.
Sadly, Leo's mother died last year from complications with cancer, so my father offered for them to move into the castle to help handle business better, and to make their transition easier.
Both of us sheltered under the monarch's rule, both trapped, both demanded to set an example, both unable to make any real friends on the outside, except for each other. I wouldn't say that we're friends by choice, more like acquaintances by force and circumstance.
I try to keep us in line, but sometimes.... we get distracted.
"Not everything has to be stupid, you know that right?" I said, rolling my eyes to him.
