A royal Affair

" Her Majesty, Queen Isolda of Dardania, first of her name rightful ruler of all the land, the seas, Protector of the Realm and Defender of Faith. All hail!"   I see a sea of people bowing down in front of me. From up close to the throne of my coronation, I recognize some of the faces of my worst enemies. They are worshiping the ground I stand, but I know very well that in their heart, they are still planning to bury me down.  The crown is so heavy, but the stone on my heart weights even more.  I did it! I am the newly coronated queen! And yet I have never been more scared than I am now. It's not my life I fear, but rather my son. He is the reason I fought for, I will not be defeated, not now.  My enemies should tremble in front of me. The little girl who came as a slave and was tormented in this damned castle is now wearing the crown. "I, Isolda, the coronated Queen of Dardania swear by Almighty God that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance with my husband, his Majesty the King, his heirs, and successors, according to law. I swear to always do what's is in the best interest of my people and loyal subjects, protect the realms and serve our mighty kingdom. So help me God." - my voice is firm, and can be heard by all. Shouts of joys are heard from all across the place, as the orchestra starts playing the national hymn.  I turn around to see my husband, the King smiling at me softly. In his eyes, I can see the true joy and genuine love. He is a kind man, the king...noble, and with character. Philip does not deserve all these lies and intrigues. His gray hair makes him look so wise. He has been the boat of my salvation, but I fear the day when he will no longer be with us. He tries to keep it a secret, but I know that his health is deteriorating, as he is getting older.  "Now you are my legitimate queen, and you always be my side. Are you happy now, love of my life? " - I can barely hear him speak, the noises coming from the crowds that keep shouting both of our names are overwhelming.  "I am the happiest when you are by my side" - I reply, and my answer puts a bright smile on his face "Your Majesty" - the cardinal who was in charge of the ceremony bowed down in front of me, as I sing that it was finished. It's not over! This is only the beginning. .................................. Third pov  "Queen? A queen is coronated? My father married one of the girls of the harem?" -  prince Darius shouted in anger. A vain was pulsing hard in his forehead, as he kept staring at the messenger in front of him with shock, disbelief, and hate The palace officer swallowed hard, as his hand started shaking. Everyone knew how short-tempered was their prince, and how cruel he could be if someone got in his way.  "Yes, Your Grace"  - the officer managed to say, mentally cursing his fate, for being he the one who would face the first wave of prince Darius rage In an instinctive move, Darius got up from the throne he was sitting at, and took out his short sword "Is this a trap? Who send you hear" - he grabbed the man's body with great force, putting his sword on his neck, small drops of blood made  his expensive armor dirty "I.. I am your... loyal subject, Your Grace. Please spare me my life, I am just the messenger. I have the palace seal. Please" - the man mumbled, breathing hard as he thought his life came to an end.  For some short moments, Darius froze and didn't know what to do, or how to react. He pushed the man's body, forcing him to fall to the ground.  "Get out of here" - he shouted at him, and the man ran for his life.  "Where is James? Call him here immediately" - he screamed at his guards, but before anyone made a single move a young officer entered the military tend of the Prince "I am right here, Your Grace" - James said bowing his head with respect "Who is she??? Why ?? How could my father marry a slave? A f*****g slave???" - Darius was like a mad man, his dark eyes looked like they could shoot fire from across the place. His tall strong body made him appear even more dangerous, as he was fuming in rage and disgust.  "His Majesty, our great King married his new wife a few weeks ago. The coronation of the new Queen was today"  "You knew??? You knew and did not tell me? You disloyal dog" - with predatory moves, Darius grabbed James from the collar "I just found out, your Grace. You know I am your right hand and your most loyal subject, I would never betray you or hide anything from you"  Darius's breath was hard, but he finally let James go as he was trying his best to calm down.  'When did this happened? How could my father marry another woman, and coronate her as a Queen, while I am in the middle of the biggest battle of our history??? How could he ascend a slave in the throne of my late mother?" - prince Darius yelled again, speaking more to himself, as the only one who could give him an answer was his father, King Philip  "She... Her Majesty, the new Queen has beare the King a child, your Grace. .. hmm.. a son" - James said choosing his words with carefulness, but he knew there was no other way to put it than to be straightforward with the prince.  'A son? A son?" - prince Darius repeated, as he started maniacally laughing, from the intense shock and disbelief he was feeling.  "So my father not only married a slave but made a bastard legitimate to the throne? The history will laugh at that old fool"  "That's not all, Your Grace" - James bit his lip and looked down to the floor "What is it, tell me" - prince Darius shouted, he was impatient to knew everything he thought was threatening his kingdom "The new Queen...is Isolda"- James said not believing even himself yet, what had happened.  "What did you say?!!! Isolda??? Isolda the slave of my harem, that warmed my bad for months? Isolda that I kicked out of my palace, to live in the streets has married my father?"  "Yes, Your Grace"