Royal quest

Chapter 8

_ Edinburgh kingdom_

A young lady with short black curly hair sat on her bed, with a book in her hands. She had deep brown eyes and brown eye lashes, with puffy cheeks. She sat in a colorful room,a typical girls room.

She reads,or at least tries to as thoughts occupy her mind and her attention drifts away from the book "What's the deal with this marriage stuff mother is always talking about",she said thinking aloud, closing the book,she was already distracted.

She stood and walked to the wardrobe,with her slender waist moving back and forth. She had a model figure with a very calm and chicky look. She was tired of her mom always mentioning marriage in her ears,all the time.

"What's the rush?Why does mother what's me the heiress so quickly?",she thought, staring at the space. "After all,I am a princess, so can't I marry at my own convenience", she thought to herself falling on her bed with her arms stretched wide, thinking.

My princess, a voice called breaking her thoughts,she sat upright immediately,it was Lydia,her personal maid.

"Speak", she said softly

"The queen requests your presence in her chamber immediately, '' she said bowing.

"You may leave", she dismissed her,her mother hated the unnecessary relationship between herself and the maid, but she felt she was the only one that understood better in the whole world.

She sluggishly got up from the bed and walked out of the room. The servants and maid stop to bow on seeing her. She was used to it. She went to her mother's chamber,on the upper floor.

"May you live long your majesty", she said bowing,her mother was in her usual attire,with jewelry on virtually part of her body.

Her mother smiled and motioned her to sit right beside her.

"What do you say about our discussion last night?",her mother asked.

"What's that?",she asked playing dumb,she knew what her mother was talking about,and she wasn't in any mood for it.

"The marriage discussion,there are long list of potential prince that are asking for your hand in marriage",she paused,"which one of you chosen?",she asked

"None of them mother",she gave a sharp reply, which sounded rude,"I have no interest in any of the prince's mother",she said and stood up to where a pile of portraits was.

She picked a portrait and faced her mother. "Too fat",she commented and dropped it, picking another,"too lean",she picked another,"excessive mustache ",she picked another,"too muscular",she picked another and stared at it looking disgusted,"ugly",she commented.

She complained virtually about every prince in the portrait,even those that looked like potential man.

"You are the princess,and you must get married to one of them if not sooner,then later",her mother said

"I don't see point talking about this", she said and left,she was already angry,and she didn't want to flare up at her mother.