Grace and Olympia (lesbian story)

The beginning

Being a closeted lesbian isn't easy, but being a closeted lesbian and being part of the royal family is nearly impossible. Basically, all my life revolves around me becoming queen and finding a good husband to reign by my side. Every day since I was born my parents have been looking for the right alliances to make and the right kingdoms to befriend just so I could get the perfect husband. So I guess you can imagine my horror when at 15 years old I realized I didn't want a man, not now, not ever. What I really wanted was a girl that would spend her life with me, that would reign the kingdom with me and that loved me as much as I loved her.
Obviously, my parents had absolutely no idea about any of this, in their minds I was still the perfect little princess that meets every society standard and that will always make her family proud. Well, what they don't know is that when I'm supposed to be up in my room sewing beautiful tapestries to decorate the palace, I go out and make actual friends. Not ones that are approved by my parents or that belong to noble families. My best friend is Jeremy, we've been friends since we were little kids, he lives in a small cottage near the palace with his mom and 6 siblings. We were brought up in opposite ways, I grew up with everything I could ever want, without making any effort, him on the other hand, has always had to work twice as hard as anyone to get what he wanted, he's the strongest person I know and always calls me out when I'm acting like a spoiled brat. He's also one of the two people that knew I was gay.
The other person was Emma. I met her two years ago during a walk by the river, she was sitting next to a tree reading Shakespeare and the moment I looked at her my heart dropped. she was absolutely stunning, long messy red hair and huge green eyes, blushed cheeks and freckles that covered her nose. We met by the river every night for the entire summer, and we fell in love. She always used to get me flowers, and I always brought her cookies that Rosa, the cook, would make for me. We spent hours looking at the stars and talking about everything, I trusted her more than I ever did anyone and we loved each other as much as two silly teenagers could. One day she stopped coming to the river, and every single night after that I cried, until one day, by the river I found a letter from her that simply said "Goodbye". I haven't cried about her ever since.
Even though I never saw her again, I owe her my life. She made me realize that I was not alone and shouldn't be ashamed of who I am. But independently of what I thought, my family would never accept this part of me, so I made a perfectly reasonable plan in which I would not get married and would reign alone, with secret lovers that no one would ever know about.