❝ In a world tainted by decadent rulers, the Princess must step back to her kingdom for a revamp of the rules, claiming her rightful place on the throne ❞
Rules are made to be broken was the only rule Lysandra ever abided by. When that very principl...
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Lysandra could feel the heat seeping through every inch of her body as a power, far more than she could encompass, surged through her. Her palms were still tightly fisted, a result of a fear she could not overcome. She stalked forward towards her mother, losing the forbearance that she had forced herself to have until then, amidst the cheering and whooping of the people. Seraphine, who noticed the situation's voyage out of anyone's control, followed suit, walking up to the dais right behind her cousin.
"Not a chance. My engagement to some foreign bugger is not something I would nod my head to. So you might as well stop these announcements thinking I would obey just because we're in public, mother," Lysandra hissed once she approached Zemira.
"Your grace," Seraphine begun, not giving a chance for the Queen to retort, as murmurs arose in the crowd. Zemira smiled, reassuring her people and turning back to her dark-haired niece. "I believe it is not fair to declare things as such without Lysandra's consent. I highly trust you would want the best for her but, she is yet to be accustomed to our world and gain full control of her magus."
"What we choose to do with my daughter's future is none of your concern," Eucarpus dismissed Seraphine, who bowed down in a sign of submission. The monarch held the reins and whoever stood before him were just pawns in his chessboard. "Now, Lysandra, my little one, wouldn't it be a wise choice to take this discussion somewhere inside the castle where there is no audience?"
Lysandra gritted her teeth, nodding her head standoffishly. The King bared his teeth to the crowd, assuring them the well being of the princess and turned back swiftly after issuing them with a disperse command, making them scatter comically.
Each step further into the castle lead Lysandra's control to slip further away from her as she barely kept herself together with her body feverishly hot and her gloves digging into her palms albeit torturously. Seraphine, though not welcomed in their discussion, spared a curt nod to her parents before falling into step with the princess.
The click of a door behind her father brought Lysandra out of her head and she challenged him with a glare, demanding for an explanation.
"You will marry Avgustine Georgiy and that is the end of this discussion," Eucarpus said, making Lysandra's jaw drop.
"Oh no," she breathed with a sadistic laughter. "How utterly wrong you are! I will not be your fucking puppet, father."
"Lysandra, I would highly recommend you to stop with the vulgar language. It demeans our power and position in this kingdom," the King spat, giving no room for any familial affection. "Oh and Seraphine, would you be a dear and exit the chamber?"
"She stays," Lysandra declared giving no room for further discussion. "She is family so, she stays. And no, I will not marry some Russian wannabe for you."
