Her Majesty

Chapter 1

1760s

Lady Danbury's pov

Today was the day. Today was the day London would see a new queen but not one anyone expected. Rumors danced around the streets that this new queen would bring a foreign legacy to London, a legacy of brown skin and hair that looked like the trees. A black queen; London had never seen before.

Agatha Danbury sat patiently beside her husband in the wedding hall. She scanned the room, eager to see this new young woman she'd heard about from the town. "I imagine she is lovely." Agatha spoke to her husband with a smile. Lord Danbury replied, "Well my dear, any woman rumored to have birthing hips must be appealing." Agatha Danbury struggled to keep her smile and she chuckled uncomfortably as the men around Lord Danbury laughed with him.

Hang in there Agatha. He is old and doesn't have much time left just smile through everything. She thought to herself as chatter filled the wedding hall concerning the new queen and her whereabouts. Prince George had stepped out of the area, he had appeared to be anxious and the princess he was to marry still hadn't arrived. Agatha scanned the room and spotted a young woman at the balcony of the wedding hall. She wore a traditional wedding gown, the same as all of the other queens had worn before her.

However, she stood out so fiercely and so beautifully in it like an animal captured from its native land to be displayed in a museum. This was the princess. Her face looked contorted with unwillingness-uncertainty, the same face Agatha had made when she married her husband. Agatha made eye contact with the princess, their similar eyes as rich as the earth's soil staring into each other. There was electricity in the air but when Agatha blinked she was gone.

Queen Charlotte's pov

Charlotte ran out of the wedding hall, her chest rising and falling with anxiety, she found her way to a garden in the corridor with the intention of escaping. She began to climb onto a grassy wall in the garden and as she was just a few feet above the ground, a voice called out to her, "Pardon me. Is everything alright?" Charlotte turned and to her surprise; it was the young woman she had made eye contact with in the wedding hall. Charlotte became flustered all of a sudden and suddenly lost her footing. As Charlotte tumbled off the wall with a yelp she was quickly caught by the woman. For a moment, they stared into each other's eyes until she helped Charlotte stabilize herself on the ground. "Forgive me. I did not mean to fall on you." Said Charlotte, embarrassed.

The woman chuckled, "It is not your mistake, that is a stubborn wall to climb. I have also not seen you around here before, what is your name?"
"Charlotte. And you probably haven't seen me because I am not from here. Which is why I must climb over this wall to escape and return back to my home country." Charlotte said. "What is the reason that you are escaping?" The woman asked.

All of a sudden there were footsteps and through the garden appeared a tall man, formally dressed just like the woman Charlotte had met.

"Excuse me, your highness." The woman kneeled down to the man and excused herself back inside. As soon as Charlotte heard those words escape the woman's mouth she was lost for words. "Y-your highness? Forgive me." Charlotte bowed down. "I did not know I would marry-" The man interrupted Charlotte, "You did not know you would marry me." There was a brief silence in the air as she slowly stood and Charlotte's heart thumped incredibly loud, she felt butterflies dance from her stomach to her cheeks. The man made his way to Charlotte and gently removed a piece of rubbish from the garden's wall, from her dress. "I thought my beautiful bride was going to leave me at the altar. However, I am still unsure whether she will or not." He played. "Oh, I am totally unsure if she will leave or stay. But if she may your highness then maybe she'd like to get to know the stranger she is marring first-" before Charlotte could finish, the man corrected her, "George. Just George."