Grace Anne Marie D'Ambrosia
★ ★ ★ The young Queen walked through the corridors of her palace, her dress flowing behind her elegant silhouette. Everything she did was refined and delicate, like she had been raised. Her heels clicked and echoed in the empty halls of her home. There had been no laughter, no joy since her parents had died. Her father was killed during battle and her mother murdered in her sleep by assassins from their enemy country. They had almost killed Grace herself but one of the knights apprehended the assassin before had the chance to hurt the young girl. Grace was twelve then. And now, she has reached eighteen and has become the Queen that her kingdom desperately needed. She had made peace with the very country that murdered her parents, despite the internal conflict she had going on in her mind. Crop production had gone up and overall health had gone up since she became ruler. Her people loved her. There was only one problem. There was no one that Grace loved. And for an emotionally driven woman like her, she needed that kind of love. Someone to come home to, someone to hold her and keep her safe. Grace blinked, looking at the ground. She was sad about the fact that she had no one but she was a Queen. There was no way that the person she loved would be the person she married. It just wasn't possible.
Grace had a meeting with a potential suitor that her advisers had arranged for her. She had put off getting married too long, in their opinion and said that she needed a king to properly run the country. This infuriated the young queen, of course, but she couldn't do anything about it. They were part of her power so she had to appease them. The beautiful woman stepped into the dining hall, her platinum hair falling over her shoulder as she approached her end of the table, ignoring her suitor as she strolled past him. He was obviously instantly smitten with her, it would be hard not to be. She was young, breathtakingly beautiful, incredibly graceful, and her very presence seemed to demand respect. It was hard for someone not to fall for the young queen.
Grace took her seat, exhaling slowly as she tucked her dress underneath her. "Prince Tucker, I presume?" The woman announced, her sparkling eyes peering into his very soul to study and observe his character. Obviously intimidated by the bold queen, the prince gulped and cleared his throat. The suitor before her was the prince to a neighboring kingdom that Grace wasn't too fond of. Not that her country had any quarrel with them, she just saw how they treated their people and she hated it. She had been raised to know and think that everyone is equal, no matter their rank, size, age, gender, or race. She loved all of her people and would refuse to bow down to a kingdom such as Prince Tucker's. The prince introduced himself, going on and on about his ranks and accomplishments. In five minutes, Grace was already incredibly bored and practically screaming for release from this man.
"But it's killing me to love you."
