Ascending

"They think I am just some princess they can control. That they can just order me what to do and have it done! I'm not a servant." Princess Emmalyne stopped short and winced. "Sorry."
Her servant who was fastening the buttons on the back of her dress shook their head. "It's nothing Princess, please continue."
Emmalyne gave a heavy sigh and looked back into the mirror. "It's just- I'm a person too. I understand I have duties and I know I have a role to fulfill. But can't I do them my way?"
"It just not fair." The servant replied. "I understand."
"Yes!" Emmalyne cried." Exactly."
Hopping down from the pedestal Emmalyne sat in a chair to have her shoes placed on her feet. "Thank you, Kennedy, you're the only person who truly understands me."
The servant merely nodded.

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Emmalyne Faust. Heir to the throne in the Kingdom of Legibus. Wars have been fought and disease has diminished the population. In the ending of one-hundred-ninety-seven counties, four kingdoms were formed. Two on land, Legibus and Adeifex one in the water, Amet, and one in the sky, Obses.
At age eighteen Emmalyne has two years until she will fully ascend to the throne. She is tasked to find a boy, who will become the King who stands beside her. While she must also engrave every piece of information about ruling into her mind. She plans to be Emmalyne the Spectacular. Her grandfather was already Daniel the Great. Attached to all of her courtly duties, Emmalyne works her hardest to live up to the harsh expectations set by the kings before her.
But something chances to ruin it all. Emmalyne's uncertain demise is far closer than she could have ever imagined.