Let's start a riot!

Winter Season

It was winter season and everyone is panicking, mostly the poor and Helia's parents are sitting at their thrones watching everyone, practically starve to death. "Father, mother?", she asks, looking back and forth at them. They were still occupied with eating breakfast and it annoyed her more than ever. Clutching the butter knife in her hands, she slams it down on the table, frightening both her parents.

"Yes, my dear?", Queen Ophelia asks. "Are you just gonna let our people starve to death while the privileged get to live a life?", she reasoned, crossing her arms across her chest.

The King sighed and grabbed a cloth to dab at his lips. "The poor aren't connected to me in any way, Helia. Therefore, they mean nothing to me", King Edward says, sipping on his wine. "You're not connected to me in any way, why do you claim you are then?", she asks, immediately Queen Ophelia snapped her head at Helia.

Her light brown eyes were piercing through Helia's head but she didn't care, she wanted for her people to live. "Do not provoke me!", the King says lowly, slicing through another piece of meat. "If you don't want to be provoked, then do as your told!", she says, throwing her hands in the air.

King Edward slams his hand on the table, not once did she flinch. "I don't wanna have this conversation anymore, young lady!", he bellows, causing the maids within the room to flinch. He stands up and excused himself making sure to slam the door on the way out.

Anger continues to flow through her body, grunting Helia makes her way to the window. She watches the people doing their thing, despite everything they still have a reason to smile about and be happy. Her furrowed eyebrows softened at the sight of a young elf boy kissing a little girl's hand where she got scratched, immediately after that a smile etched on the both kids' faces as they looked at each other.

She wished someone to be the one to kiss away her wounds, but the tragic death of her biological father didn't give her a chance.

"Helia?", Queen Ophelia softly says, sighing she turns away from the window and walked back to the breakfast table. "You should listen to your father-", Helia rudely interrupts her mother. "He's not my father, nor my king!", she snaps, curling her hands into a fist. "Right, Edward, listen to him and give him a chance. You never know what he's going through, promise me he's trying to be a f- whatever but he's trying really hard and you're making it even harder by keeping this facade!", her mom says, reaching for Helia's hand.

"Yeah? How come I see you with bruises all your body?", she asks, eyeing her mother. Gasping, Queen Ohpelia brought her hand back, suddenly quiet. "No, those merely are from bumping to things. You know how I am, clumsy and all!", she says, chuckling unconvincingly. Rolling her eyes, Helia cups the Queen's face, bringing her face so their eyes met.

"Mother, no matter how many things he does to convince you he's not who he claims he is, or everyone says he is. He'll always be that person who murdered his people simply by going against his wishes!", she says, her mother sighs and puts Helia's hand down.

"I don't care who he is, or what he's done. Things change, people change, Helly! It's a matter of time you do too!", she says, clearly annoyed and done with the conversation.

"Mother-".

"Enough, Helia! You may go to your courses and be back immediately by lunch", Queen Ohpelia says, she stands up from the table  bowing to a few maids and butlers.

She looks at the butter knife she slammed on the table, something with the way it perfectly cut through wood didn't seem right to her. There were some trouble as she tries to retrieve it but alas she fully has it in her grasp.

Eyeing the hole, a piece of golden paper glistened and curiosity filled her head. Her hand reached for it but before she did, a voice stopped her from doing so. "Your majesty, the Duke will like to meet in the library for your courses!", Pete says, retracting her hand to her sides. Helia looks up and gives a nod, "Now, or later?".

Pete looks at his nonexistent watch and brought his eyes up at her again, "I'd say... Right about now?", he says, arching his eyebrow. Helia chuckles, shaking her head. "Your humor never fails to amuse me, Pete!", she says, walking up to him.

The door opens and she motions Pete to go ahead, but without glancing at the breakfast table. Narrowing her eyes, Wonder what that is, she thought.

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 End of Chapter One :)