•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...
The Mavros took their leave earlier than they had said. Zain had kissed her featherlight kisses on both cheeks and Uma had embraced her tighter than Chelona would've anticipated. She embraced her right back with just as much strength. For no apparent reason, it seemed. Not queenly, but okay.
She went back in the castle, having sent the Mavro procession on, to finish the talk with the Moonbeams. No public court was to be held until the kingdom had a male consort, owing to how she reacted and messed up the first time. And obviously, word about her judgement had spread like wildfire and most people were against her. Just her luck. So the news about her marriage had also spread just as fast, and, gods, did it make a difference!
So, to conclude it all, they trusted a man they knew nothing of to rule them rather than the woman who had grew up eating the same bread and salt they did. That was just. . . stupid and unfair. But again, it was how it worked, and it wasn't changing anytime soon. So she tried to let it go. But that along with Laura's hair's flowery scent won't leave her alone. She mentally shook herself. No more distractions.
Asterin looked happier than she'd ever seen her, and that was enough said because Asterin Moonbeam was always smiling. Smiling like she was happy for every one soul in this wretched world. Chelona smiled back at her. It might also be be a sin to hate Asterin, always so jovial, so nice. Fenrys, not so much. A scowl was imprinted on his face as he listened to his mother and Rhea conversed.
Rhea would be eighty nine this Starfall. She never looked that old. Ever. She stood upright on her feet, with only her hard wooden stick as support. Her white hair was always pinned up behind and her slim self made her look no older than seventy five. Her only wish, as she put it, was to see her girls get married before her eyes. Chelona's wedding would be a dream come true.
She'd always thought- everyone had loved Astrea much more than they'd ever loved her. She'd been soft and kind and nice and everything else that made them love her. Chelona had loved her, more than anyone or anything. She'd known her best, or so she'd thought.
Every little part of her which she could store, physically, she'd left them. The dagger, the letter. She valued them with her life, mostly because she'd never thought she would have to clutch the only things that remained that had truly been Astrea's to her heart at seventeen. Ever.
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Sadly, Rhea's and Asterin's pure and sheer happiness did not reach Chelona nor did it reach to Fenrys. They were the the most miserable looking in the group. Every now and then they would glance at each other, only to look away quickly.
To add to it, Maya and Aillard Moonbeam arrived not long after the Mavros went. So after that it was an overly large group of bubbly, happy people planning her wedding. People were being called continuously, letters and invitations being written, as the torn pieces of the papers flew in the autumn wind. Chelona caught one of them in between her fingers, her perfectly manicured nails shining. It flitted in her hand, trying to join the others in the wind. She let it go.
