Welcome! This month I’m writing a small story each day to try to brainstorm a future full-length novel, a sequel to my current WIP Memories and Magic, which is tentatively titled Rebels and Rebellions.
Today’s prompt is: Marry.
Clara paced the length of her bedroom, trying to squash down the funny feeling in her stomach. This wouldn’t do at all. It was inappropriate to say the least. Even if there wasn’t any tension between their two countries, Rikard Voidsun was the equivalent of a palace guard; a government official at most. Taking up with him would be like taking up with Max.
She stopped pacing. If she was honest, during the time she, Max and Jana had lived in Racharan, she had harboured a bit of an attraction to Max. In her defence, the magical false identity she had been operating under had constructed them as childhood sweethearts, so it wasn’t like the feelings had been borne entirely within her. But it wasn’t as though Max was unattractive…
She threw her hands up and stopped that train of thought in its tracks. These feelings were difficult enough as it was without throwing someone else into the mix as well.
She sighed. She didn’t have the freedom to think this way. Perhaps if her parents were still alive and she was still just a teenage princess, there would have been the opportunity for a reckless romance or two. But now she was the Queen, a figurehead. She was supposed to be grown up already, not still in the process.
She knew that back home there were already discussions regarding whom she ought to marry. No one really thought to involve her in them. Racharan wasn’t a monarchy, so no one from there would be considered suitable. No, the advisors would be looking to one of the other Kingdoms surrounding Thelidon, trying to find her a nice second-born Prince to marry and solidify relations between the two countries.
That was what her future held, even if her heart wanted otherwise.