Often times we allow empty faith to disrupt our fate; whether the "empty faith" be our parent's thoughts, our fear of disrespecting a moral upbringing, or the dread that comes with losing the person that the universe put here for us.
Whatever it may...
"I dreamt of fish," my mother fixed her tiara for the hundredth time. Rubies adorned the crescent curved headpiece upon my mother's head. Solange wasn't too far away, wearing a sapphire embedded tiara of her own. With my dark hair pulled into the sleekest of sleek low buns, I was dressed in my evening dress uniform. Without my cap, I was draped in navy blue cloth danced with earned medals and epaulets that took days to sew together.
Belcalis smiled, meeting eyes with my father then my mother. Before I could diffuse what they could exaggerate, I was greeted.
"Princess Beyoncé," a servant approached me. His white cheeks were rosy, he barely looked of age. The wine in his hand rocked against his trembling fist, knowing the pressure royal presence put upon civilians, I took Chateau Petrus from his shaky hands and thanked him.
"You've become so informal with the non-royals," Mother noted.
I cleared my throat and craned my neck from side to side. "I believe they do indeed have that same muscular organ beating in their chest as we do."
"You watch your mouth, Beyoncé!" My father defended my mother, shooting me a pointed glare. Solange sighed, taking her wine glass and raising a fork against it. Though the room was already hushed, it ran silent before her announcement. My sister looked towards me, it was my cue to get up and make my announcement.
"I won't wrap sugar around my words. I've thought long and hard on this, night and day."
All eyes were zeroed on me. It brought me back to my days in combat, my view through the scope taking very careful exhales to hit and mark my target with great precision.
"My darkest days have been caused here, my deepest gashes weren't because of sharpened metal, but because of the loss of something I'm still trying to obtain. I know that royal blood running through my veins is the only thing serving as my protection in this realm, so I'll tread lightly. I've decided to step down permanently."
The prince, my father, had never been more angrier. It burned more than hell to know the monster behind that title he owned. My mother saved face. I could never read her, not that we were close enough to read one another in this lifetime anyway.
"Lieutenant Knowles," my bodyguard and escort called, placing a small hand on my shoulder.
Conflicted as ever, Belcalis rose to her feet with tears in her eyes. Her royal dreams had been crushed, not that my care was in the center of her fantasies anyway. I closed my eyes and smoothened my uniform pants before opening my arm to court my wife.
"Have you lost it?" She asked harshly.
Ignoring her and the glare of my family members, I exited the dining hall and took long strides up until we were out of the castle.
"Is it because of her!? When is it going to get through your skull, Beyoncé? You two will never be together in this lifetime!"
Oh, but we would.
"You're still speaking to the Princess," I warned.
She opened her mouth and closed it just as quick. "Bryce is next in line," she muttered.
"By the time his reign comes, things will be much different."
"She'll never be acceptable enough, you're giving it all up to play house when you have castles and acres to your name! You fucking fool!" She screamed out, slapping me across the cheek, taking a nick of skin with her.
The door to the town car opened, I didn't hesitate to leave her presence, my mind was red and there was nothing I feared most than an upset me.
I allowed thoughts of Onika to consume me as I entered the place I called home. The boys were off to field training, and I was alone in the west wing of my manor.
Ignoring the burning sensation, I picked up the fully charged device out of my uniform breast pocket.
"I guess the next step is to create a new identity and take the boys in the wee hours of the night," I joked once she picked up on the second ring.
"You're rushing it, Giselle. I'd do anything to have you three near me every second of the day, but now is too soon...."
I scoffed, not taking what she said very lightly. There was so much anxiousness on my mind that waiting another few years for this would only kill me.
"Are you running from me, Onika Maraj?"
"My running days are long gone, you're playing catch up at the wrong time, Bey. Just trust me on this."
"I thought I was doing what we're both longing for...."
"There's nothing in this world I want and wish for more than my family-"
"So allow me to do my job...."
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¡WARNING! Just a few more chapters left guys. I'll write another fanfic if you guys like this book enough.
This book is very dark, but to me there's nothing more read-worthy than a nice love-tragedy.
