The Queen of the Hybrid

Chapter Six

It was time to leave for England. Samantha was helping Abigail pack and get ready for when Lance came around to pick her up. They all knew what was going on and Samantha was more than happy to answer any questions that Abigail had for them.

Lance parked the car in the driveway and ran up the stairs to grab the luggage. He placed it in the trunk of the car and greeted Samantha and Charles with the utmost respect. They left for the airport shortly afterward. 

When they arrived in England they were met with an entourage of security and a limo to transport them to Oxford. Abigail thought internally to herself and she realized that she was excited and a ball of nerves all together. She was not sure what to expect and in a way she was still very upset with her biological parents for the choices they made. Lance interrupted her train of thought when he started his tour of the beautiful and enigmatic city all around them. "If you look to your left you will see the Castle on top of the hill there. That is your castle. The one a little more to the right from it is your parents' current domain. We will go there for the celebration and crowning. We will also stay there until you have gone through your transformation." Lance stated quite fondly reassuring Abigail as he noticed she was tense. Abigail nodded in response returning to her reverie of thought.

When they stopped in front of the big doors of the castle Abigail felt a surge of pride and confidence rushing through her. As Lance walked around the car to open her door she saw the Queen for the first time. As she got out she was standing up with respect and confidence that has radiated through her. As Abigail lifted her eyes to meet those of the queen she was in a trance. Her eyes are a bright amber with star rays in a dark brown purple surrounding her pupil. Her hair is long raven black locks running down and over her right hand shoulder and back down to her waist. Her body is shaped like an hourglass with curves in all the right places. If Abigail did not know better she would have thought that the queens' body has never bared a child before.

That is when she started to move closer and when she got close to the queen she curtsied and bowed her head in respect. Anastasia reached out to Abigail and took her cheek in her hand. "You are more beautiful in person." she stated in the most melodic voice Abigail has ever heard and before she could stop it a tear slipped out of her eye and down her cheek. With her thumb queen Anastasia wiped of the tear. "Oh don't cry sweetheart I am so proud of the young woman you have become. Your father and I were heart broken when we sent you away with your uncle and his wife." she said as if Abigail knew this. 

As she thought of this it made sense. Charles and her father shared the same fate and surname. "Let's get inside and believe you are tired and would like to rest before we get started tomorrow." Anastasia said putting her hand around Abigail's back. She escorted her to a room for her to rest in.

As they entered the room Abigail's mouth dropped. They room was huge and in the room there is a enormous King size bed and two wing back chairs with a huge bookcase of books. They room was made up with the softest shade of musky pink and burgundy. The bed is a canopy bed with the lace draped from corner post to corner post. And the rugs are like walking on the clouds. So soft and plain just the way she liked it. She looked up at the Queen as she stood a head taller than Abigail. "Do you like it?" the queen asked her with a sort of amusement in her voice. Her eyes brighter now. "I love it! I would not be able to make it more perfect any other way. How did you know I like Musk and Burgundy?" She asked. "Your my only daughter. I know what you like and don't like. We have a bond. Now get to bed tomorrow will be tiresome." Anastasia stated kissing Abigail on her forehead and walking out.