What happens when you give a princess a choice between a future mafia ruler and a future king?
IM ACTUALLY SO SORRY I KEEP FORGETTING TO WRITE
started: 4th August 2021
last edited: 3 July 2022
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*all photos are taken from Pinterest they are...
When the door opened my mother and father, King Alexander and Queen Ophelia clearly were having a serious talk because they did not realise that me and my brother were standing there. A few moments and a couple of glances between Oliver and I our mother had realised that we were awaiting their greeting she gave us a soft, gentle smile and lightly tapped our father on his arm to get his attention. "Ah, Children come take your seats and join your mother and I for breakfast." Me and Oliver exchanged nervous but reassuring shy, soft smiles, and gave our attention back to our father who chuckled at our actions. We took our seats at the long and artistic dining table.
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My father in case you haven't realised is the King, King Alexander of Asteliric. My Father has shiny hazel eyes, dusty auburn hair, and fair skin. My Mother is somewhat similar she has green eyes, black hair, and fair skin just like Oliver. They are both beautiful in different ways, but yet the same. My family has ruled Asteliric for centuries. Well, that's what my parents say at least, they say that my great-grandfather found this land after fleeing 2 other kingdoms war. The people and my great-grandfather fled and conquered this land and here we are today. "Now children eat quickly, brush your teeth and then head to the drawing room because we need to have a talk to the both of you." We both nodded in agreement and gave hesitant smiles.
After we had finished breakfast we did what we were instructed to do. We walked in expecting our mother and father to be there, to which they weren't so we stay on the chairs in peaceful silence. "Estie?" Oliver questioned my name breaking the silence, I hummed back in response while looking out the window "do you think we have done something wrong or what do you think happened?" He raised with curiosity, "I don't think we are in trouble Oli we haven't done anything wrong." 'hmm maybe..." we both looked away in silence waiting for our father and mother to walk through the doors.
