Oh, God. - I said when I looked at the food in front of me.
What is it? - my mother asked.
Oh nothing it's just...Beef?Again? - I said poking my food.
Would you like pizza? - my mother said the word pizza extremely disgustingly.
Why not? - I said smiling.
Because you are a royal and a princess witch will ascend to the throne soon. - my mother said looking me straight in eyes.
Yes,mother. - I said instantly changing my voice to serious just so that I please her.
Please continue eating. - my mother,the current queen announced.
And we all did.
So mother where is father? - my brother, prince Philip asked
He is in France for business. - my mother replied.
They continued eating in silence.The clicks of cutlery echoing through the room.Only the movement of my chair disrupted the silence.All of them turned towards me.
Oh,look at the time.I have to go get my outfits measured today. - I said as I stood up and curtsied to the rest of the family before running off out of the dining room.
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Well that went swell. - Marco said waiting for me outside of the dining room.
I had to leave.Or I was going to collapse out of boredom. - I said as we started walking further away from the room.
You know I do actually have to get my outfits measured. - I said breaking the silence.
Ok,then I will walk you to your room as your royal guard. - Marco said smiling at himself.
You are really proud of that aren't you. - I said smiling at him.
Yeah. - he said as we reached my room.
Well then I'll see you later. - I said kissing his cheek goodbye.
See you later. - he said a little blush rising up his neck to his cheeks.
I chuckled to myself and walked into my room.
And you would think all of this happened before I broke his heart and all hell went lose.
YOU ARE READING
The Queen's Assassination
Short StoryPrincess Tea accidentally breaks Marco's heart,her royal guard.And with that begins the assassinations of the royal family.With only her and her siblings alive the whole Kingdom and their lives are at stakes.Tea must rise and wield the ancient power...
