A King’s Law

I was born into royalty with everything I ever wanted within my reach. I grew up with servants, two handmaidens, and had the best education. I even had a prince lined up for my hand in marriage since I was 3 days old. Sure it was what every girl ever could dream of; but actually living it was nothing like you read about in books. The princess aways falls in love, and marries the prince, and lives happily ever after. I wish my life was like what I read about in stories, unfortunately being the future queen has a lot more responsibility and is exactly the opposite.              I was born to the Queen Elenora of Asconia and to the King Richard of Northern Barvaria. Together their marriage was a marriage of peace and uniting two kingdoms with a long history of war and hatred. I guess you could say it was like the hate between the families of Romeo and Juliet. Except they were an arranged marriage by their parents for peace and cease fire. My birth was their official seal that there would be continued peace between the two countries.    From the moment I was born I was groomed to be a queen. I was sung the songs of our histories from the moment I was born until now. I was taught how to play instruments, read and write arithmetic, world wide politics, fashion, and many languages. The only thing my mother taught me was how to be a submissive wife, proper mother, and responsibilities of a queen. She clearly called the shots when it came to me and my upbringing. Made me often question if my mother was both the person who wore the pants and controlled the zipper in her relationship and as a monarch. She is even the one that suggested I marry Prince Ammar of Persia so that I would not only be the queen of northern Bavaria and Asconia but also Persia.  Ammar I’m sure is great in all his glory but honestly I didn’t want to be married. Not unless I loved that person in such a way that I needed that person like I needed oxygen to breathe. I wanted burning passion, romance, and someone who wanted to stand beside me; to support me as a ruler not try to keep me silent while I just look pretty.  Prince Ammar from what I see based on his portrait and writing letters to each other since we were children. He is a good man but, we don’t share a chemistry that I desire. He is attractive and very pleasing to the eye with his thick black, short, wavy hair. His Persian sun kissed skin, dark soil brown eyes with gold around the pupil. His square shaped face that has no flaws, and looks as though he has strength but a kindness to him. We have never met in person because we aren’t supposed to meet until the time of our courtship after my 18th birthday. Which is unfortunately in two weeks.    My father and I have a pretty good relationship. He taught me how to ride a horse, he taught me how to play soccer, and how to rule with heart not just with my mind. All things my mom hates but everything I love. I am pretty close to my father, he understands and listens to me when I tell him about the things I would change as queen, and how I feel as his daughter. I have told him how I feel about the arranged marriage to Ammar, but even he cannot change what has been a plan since I was 3 days old. I wish my mom was more like him but then again they always say opposites attract.               When my mother tells me to jump, I curtesy and ask her how high. I feel as though my mother sees me as a stud horse to sell to the highest bidder. At least that’s what it seems when I have tried to have heart to heart discussions about letting me become queen and waiting to find love.  She disregards what I have poured my heart into and reminds me of my place as a future queen. She also never forgets to remind me that it is the law to have an arranged marriage in order to continue the monarchy.    “We must continue expanding our kingdom; so that our family may reign beyond our years in this world.” She says.    I then look at her with a glare and say, “One day when I am queen, I will change a king’s law.”