Chapter 1
They can’t do this to me. “Why must it be me? I have other siblings that can do this. Most of them, this is their type. I don’t like boys’ moms,” I yelled at them. “And we don’t know what will happen if we do this. There could be lots of people who will start something bad.”
“We know but it is the proper age for you. Your siblings that aren’t married already have their role chosen for them. And if something bad does come out of this we will figure something out. If anyone does anything or try to do something they will be dealt with.” My mom said, We are in the family hall, she and my dad have on their royal robes on. It’s a white button on shirt with black pants for my dad and a dress for my mom. They both have dark black cloaks, the ends have a blood red.
The room is fairly large, it has a wall on the right side of my parents that is just a bunch of mirrors that shows all of our animals in their forest playing. The left side has lots of paintings of my family and other things like a golden quill and a frosted sword. They were painted by my older brother, Jack, he is the link to the artists. The wall behind my parents has a golden arch attached to It, the wall is painted a bloody red color.
Not only are my parents in their royal robes, but they are standing on their platforms. In each of the rooms that my parents talk to the citizens, my siblings and I. My parents have platforms. They can be raised and lowered, they raise the platforms so they are taller than a giraffe. So at this point when they are talking to me. They are towering over me.
They look like a dead oak tree. Their arms are skinny and move like twisted branches. They have dark black bags under their eyes. Their hair is as dark and smooth as a snake. My parents’ faces are the shape of an upside down tear. They look old for their age but everyone doesn’t dare say anything. My parents are kind people but when it comes to their looks it’s something that we never dare say.
“I know I am the link to the muilish being the sixth child,” The muilish is what people born of magic are clad. “And I am to make sure that there are no wars between us. I know that’s what I am here for. That is something I don’t joke about, but he is a boy. I don’t like boys’ moms! And dad, why are you okay with this?” My parents are just looking at me like this is an everyday thing. With a small hint of the face they make when they are talking to our kingdom.
The fog that comes out from under the platforms my parents are on becomes a bit thicker and has a red tint to it. “Boy you know we have no choice about this! The muilish people are threatening a war, we need to make our link stronger. There could be lots of people who will die due to the war. There is nothing we can do about his gender, the Queen of the muilish birthed only a son. Your mother and I had an long discussion with her and got her to agree.” My father yelled at me. His face within seconds turned angry and wrinkled up, and crunched up too.
We have been split apart for a long time. They have their kingdom and we have ours. There are some rumors that the knights and scholars say about the Queen of magic: she is very strict. For my parents to convince her to do this, that takes a lot of energy. I’ve heard that one time she found a crumb, a single crumb, on the floor and she had her servant thrown in the dungeon.
“Fine, I’m willing to do it. I have to go feed Theo anyways. I just don’t want people to die, Okay?” I explain to them. I was mainly just wanting this conversation to end. There is nothing I can do to get them to change their mind. My siblings and I all knew that we were going to have to marry for politics. I don’t really know a lot about the Prince, I don’t even know his name. I only talk to the muilish scholars.
I was leaving the room, I didn’t even hear the platforms go down. My father grabbed my arm and spun me to him. “Boy we have made your servant put his number in your screen. We would like you to call him every day. The first call will not be moderated, but the rest after that is to make sure there will be no bad outcome from this.” My father was back to his normal royal self.
I knew they were going to do this. My parents care a lot about the public face of our family. For anything that is going to be public and reporters released, we have written up by our head of public comity. We memorize them and then proceed to talk in public with them. I think they are moderating the calls so when we do talk to the public we could have some things we can quote about things we have done together and talked about.
I walked through the hallways of the castle. I wasn’t really in the best of moods. I did not want to be disturbed. I do think I had a hard face. The servants did not look at me as I walked by. The only one that looked at me was Sheral, she is my personal servant.
It is informal to be friends with your servant. I have learned that being a friend with her will help me understand our people more. She has a different view than I will ever have.
She greeted me in the hallway that leads to my room. “Good day sir,” she has to greet me this way because we are not I’m my room. This is not how she actually talks.
“Good day, I need you to schedule the call for later, and can you get my laptop. I need to do some research.” I replied. I knew she was already going to schedule the call, I just wanted it to be an open understatement. I also just want to find out more of who I’m supposed to be marrying.
“Already schedule sir, and I thought you would say that so your laptop is on your bed. And Theo has been fed and bathed he is resting on the foot of your bed.” She said, walking through the doorway. Holding the door for me to go through. Once I was in she closed the door and looked at me.
“Sheral you may do what you like, and speak freely. If you have anything to talk about let me know.” I replied. Walking to my bathroom "I will be changing to my room clothes." My room clothes consist of black pants that are made of silk and a pink dress shirt that has embroidered flowers and of small versions of the types of magic beings.
My bathroom has a waterfall shower head. The floor is a dark blue tile and one wall is just a stream with rocks and moss and some greenery. I asked for the stream for the noise, I don't really like silence. The same wall also has a mirror standing on a rock and just below it is a sink with a single pole. The wall opposite from my shower has a counter and some shelving that has my cleaning items and my make-up for when I talk to the press.
