American Royalty

Chapter 10

Rose awoke three months after the night of the festival, sitting up and smiling to herself. She had become happier and more driven than she was back then. Evan had been more proactive in her love and their marriage than he had before. Nights were spent together mostly, and days were spent with each other if Evan had no meetings. As she stood and looked at the hand made calendar Evan had made for her she paused, a sudden feeling of anxiety crept into her body. She stepped closer as she began to fold the months back.

"Lady Destiny?" she called as she counted the days from the festival with an intense look plastered on her peach toned face.. Destiny quietly groaned in annoyance and walked into her room, plastering on a sickly sweet smile as she stepped to the window and opened the drapes. Evan had become cold towards her, opting to spend his nights with Rose instead of herself. She realized he had chosen the low born queen rather than her, a lady of high nobility with a decent education. Each day he ignored her, her hatred for Rose grew more and more. Carter kept reminding her of what the objective was, though the outcome seemed to get further and further from achievement.

"Good morning your grace, it's a beautiful day outside today," Destiny spoke as she pulled out a golden dress with a raspberry bodice and her crown, mentally imagining the roles reversed.Evan deserved a queen that matched his social ranking as well as his brain. Destiny stared in the mirror, a hint of bewilderment in her eyes as she looked at her own dress. It was mandatory that the ladies of the queen's court wore champagne colored dresses during the spring and summer months. Above her golden head sat a feathered assortment that was accented with pearls. Regardless of how beautiful it was, it still was nothing compared to Rose's royal garments.

"How long has it been since the festival?" Rose asked as her hand lowered to her stomach, awaiting the time frame. Destiny looked over, pain flooding her senses and tears welling in her grey eyes. The realization of why she had been asked came crashing in like a tsunami. As she prepared to help the queen dress, anger and hatred grew immensely. No, not anger and hatred. Loathing.

"Three months my lady," She spoke with a slight tremble in her voice. The pure distaste and sadness began to take control of her. She had not gotten a chance to fulfill the king's one true desire, and if her assumption was correct, it would mean she never would.

Rose quickly got dressed and quickly ran down the halls and into the throne room. The royal court members bowed and curtsied as she made her way to the thrones, eagerly searching among the crowd for her husband. As she made her way past the throne, she spun around and bumped into Zack. She gasped in surprise as he caught her in his arms, making sure she didn't trip. He stood her up and took a step away from her, retaining eye contact as she began to look around to see if she could spot Evan.

"Your majesty, the king is in a meeting with the ambassadors. Is everything okay?" Zack asked as he looked at her with concern. She paused and ran to the door of the business chamber and looked at Zack.

"I need to go in there."

"Majesty I am afraid that isn't allowed, the King ordered no interruptions while he handles the foreign business that is at hand," Zack responded as he stepped towards her. She took a deep breath, knowing that she would either earn satisfaction or ruthlessness from her husband. Before Zack could reach her, Rose opened the door. As she made her way inside, the ambassadors all rose to greet her.  

Evan looked at her with surprise and confusion masking his face, curiously wondering why she barged into his private meeting. He stood and walked to her and lifted her chin, eyes filling with anger as he smiled at her.

"Sweet heart, what a pleasant surprise. I was just in the middle of a diplomatic discussion with the envoys from France, England, and Russia. I hope this is important," Evan spoke, his voice dripping with annoyance and he walked with her to his office. As he closed the door and turned to her, nervousness grew in Rose's chest. She knew she was not suppose to interrupt during foreign business endeavors, yet the matter at hand could not wait any longer.

"Rose, I have told you before that you are not to enter my chambers when diplomatic matters are at hand," Evan spoke sternly. He looked at her impatiently as he waited for her reasoning as to why she disobeyed one of the rules he had set.

Rose opened her mouth and looked at Evan, anxiety showing in her eyes as she took one last deep breath.

"I missed my period my Lord. I am with child again, I wanted to let you know that," She announced as she waited for his reaction. He paused and looked at her stomach and then back into her crystal eyes, before placing a hand on her slightly swollen belly.

"Are you sure?" He hesitantly asked, searching her face for confirmation. Once she nodded at him, he erupted with laughter, pulling her into a warm embrace. She smiled against his shoulder, tears of happiness flowing down her face.

"I'm going to have a son," Evan muttered in excitement as he opened the door and walked into the room of envoys.

"My lords, I have some rather exciting news for your masters. My queen is pregnant, and I will finally have the son I so desperately long for!" he exclaimed as the diplomats arose with an eruption of applause and cheers of well wishes and congratulations. Evan approached Mark, the newly appointed chancellor of the faith, and sat beside him.

"Mark, I want you to draw up a decree announcing the pregnancy of my dear wife. I also want you to produce a decree that states my son will be next in line to the throne, before my daughters." Evan demanded as he patted Mark on the shoulder before walking into the throne room, smiling and laughing is pleasure.

Carter stood beside Destiny as he monitored the king's departure to the stables, a disappointed look on his face.

"I gave you one job to do, and you couldn't even do that." Carter spat as he turned and looked at her in furry.

Destiny took a step back as she began to speak quietly to her brother, desperately wanting him to comfort her. She knew he never would though.

"One more chance brother, please. I can still make him love me, I can still usurp the throne," she practically begged. He chuckled in dark amusement, a look of the upmost evil overcoming his features, partially frightening Destiny.

"Love? My sweet sister, this has never been about love. I don't care if he loves you or if he is just using you for your body. This is and has always been about the throne. This is about elevating our status. Love is the last thing you should worry with. You have one more chance to grab his attention. This time, be sure you keep it by whatever means necessary. Don't worry about the little brat in her stomach, I will handle that myself."