All I Have

Chapter 2 ~I'd Rather Stick a Fork in a Toaster or More Preferably, Your Eye

I know what you're thinking; Marzia, or Raine, or whatever your name is, surely the slight possibility of getting to go home is a good thing? Absolutely not.

You're probably saying; what a load of crap, you're just a drama queen.

Well, there I'd have to agree with you, but probably for different reasons.

I'll tell you why I think this whole situation is bullshit, and you'll finally get the answers you've been really dying to know. Get your pen and paper kids, I'll be testing you on this later, and I'm only gonna say it once.

I am a princess.

I am the heir to the throne of Alania, after my father.

Dun, dun, dun.

Yeah, yeah, what a lie. Well, hang on with your judgments for a second.

This whole story starts with a little country nestled just above France, called Alania. In the current world climate, aside from it's worth of a big bunch of bucks from its natural resources and tendency to produce diamonds, it's one of the last countries with a royal family who actually influence laws, economy and other general country things.

And this story involves my grandfather, Myron Castille who was a mere thirty-two years old when he took the throne. You might be saying, Marzia (or Raine, I still don't have a clue) that's awfully young to be the king of a country. And with that, disembodied voice, I agree with you.

Unfortunately this is where our story starts to go a little sour, and when I say a little sour, I say it with a pinch of salt, given this is the part of the tale where my great grandfather, Abbington and his eldest son, Sterling are assassinated.

Naturally as the last living heir, my grandfather assumed the role and vowed to smoke out the agency that was responsible for the deaths of his father and brother, king and heir.

Myron tried his best, but it's difficult being a king and it's even harder being a king when you're also a husband and recent father to two small children, my aunt Rosemary, born just a few years after my father Perseus, the born heir to the throne of Alania and my father.

Time passed, and while whispers around the kingdom grew and reproduced, the king was never able to hold anyone responsible. And this is where I start to fit into the story a little.

We flash forward to the very long ago year of 1982, where my twenty year old father Perseus Henri Etienne Castille, heir to the throne of Alania, meets my mother, seventeen year old Bonnie Jessica Ainsworth, small time architecture student, in the capital city East Laumant. East Laumant, known fondly as East, is said to be the birthplace of love itself, and can you guess what happens next?

Call it destiny, call it royal protocol, call it a monarchy romance that wasn't thought out too well, but within five years they were married, and within seven my brother Christopher Etienne Perseus Corbin Castille was wreaking havoc around the castle. Personally, I put it down to an assassination attempt, but whatever, call it true love if you want.

Mum and dad's quickie marriage was a reaction to an attempted kidnapping of my mother as a way to hold the royal family to ransom. Of course, my mother rejected the logical decision to maybe, go home to England and marry a boring lawyer, and instead married the crown prince, my dad, believing in her deepest heart of hearts that it was the right decision.

And maybe it was, for a while.

But the bad decisions were soon to arrive, one in 1991, named Charles Abbington Matthew Cody Castille, the second son of the Castille union, and then finally another in 1996, a little unexpected bundle (I was a mistake) named Marzia Minnie Beatrice Erin Annie Castille, the final and only daughter of the prince of Alania.