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Fate.
"But mom, I don't want to be the next Queen." I complained as my mother was finishing stitching up my dress. My name is Desiria Morningfold and I am the next Queen in line to rule over the kingdom of Questo, my mom being the Queen and all.
"You cannot not be the next Queen, Desi, you're the daughter of the Queen, you're MY daughter, it's tradition."
"But mom, being Queen is boring! You sit around all day, giving speeches, telling people what to do, you're practically glued to the chair."
"That's not what you said when you were 6 years old. You wanted to be Queen so badly when you were young."
"That was years ago mom, I'm 18 now, lots of things changed in my mind. I'd rather fight dragons and monsters and--- Ouch! Mom!" My sentence was interrupted as my mother poked my buns with the needle.
"Sorry Desi, it's just that your bottom is so big that it's making it hard for me to avoid it." My mother let out a soft giggle as she continued. "And it's not true that being Queen is boring, you get to boss around people, tell them what to do."
"Exactly! And that is why it's boring! There's no fun! And besides, I can't be Queen because I have no King by my side."
"Who says that you need a King in order to be a Queen?" My mom asked as she cut off the needle from the thread.
"Tradition mom, a Queen cannot be Queen without a King by her side." I answered, getting down from the stool I was standing on.
"I guess it's time I changed one of the traditions, don't you think? Now, I'll go get your father and tell him that you are all set for your birthday." My mother closed the door behind her as she got out. I was left alone in my room, sitting on the side of my bed.
"Ugh, why must this day come!?" Today is my 18th birthday and as for Morningfold tradition, once the daughter or son of the King and Queen turn 18, they are obliged to be the next in line for the throne. A ceremony is held and once finished, the next in line for the throne can never do anything about it. It's kind of like a prison if you think about it. Bounded to the throne once you turn 18, unable to do what it is that you love after that. "I could be out there in the world! Slaying monsters! Defeating dragons! Living the life of adventuring!"
I grabbed a stick that was leaning against the corner of my room and started swinging it around, imagining that I was fighting monsters and other evil creatures. "I don't want to be a Queen! I don't want to be throne bound! I want to go out and adventure!"
I would argue with my mother about me not wanting to be a Queen, but I went down that path before and the two of us argued. She's a hard woman to bargain. Sure, she's a sweet and caring mother, but when you don't do what you are told, then she's a whole other person. She had me locked up the first time I argued with her about me not wanting to be a Queen.
I kept swinging the stick around, with each swing getting filled with anger as I am reminded of me not being able to choose my own path on the day of my 18th birthday. I kept swinging the stick and I accidentally knocked over my mother's sewing box....
"You cannot not be the next Queen, Desi, you're the daughter of the Queen, you're MY daughter, it's tradition."
"But mom, being Queen is boring! You sit around all day, giving speeches, telling people what to do, you're practically glued to the chair."
"That's not what you said when you were 6 years old. You wanted to be Queen so badly when you were young."
"That was years ago mom, I'm 18 now, lots of things changed in my mind. I'd rather fight dragons and monsters and--- Ouch! Mom!" My sentence was interrupted as my mother poked my buns with the needle.
"Sorry Desi, it's just that your bottom is so big that it's making it hard for me to avoid it." My mother let out a soft giggle as she continued. "And it's not true that being Queen is boring, you get to boss around people, tell them what to do."
"Exactly! And that is why it's boring! There's no fun! And besides, I can't be Queen because I have no King by my side."
"Who says that you need a King in order to be a Queen?" My mom asked as she cut off the needle from the thread.
"Tradition mom, a Queen cannot be Queen without a King by her side." I answered, getting down from the stool I was standing on.
"I guess it's time I changed one of the traditions, don't you think? Now, I'll go get your father and tell him that you are all set for your birthday." My mother closed the door behind her as she got out. I was left alone in my room, sitting on the side of my bed.
"Ugh, why must this day come!?" Today is my 18th birthday and as for Morningfold tradition, once the daughter or son of the King and Queen turn 18, they are obliged to be the next in line for the throne. A ceremony is held and once finished, the next in line for the throne can never do anything about it. It's kind of like a prison if you think about it. Bounded to the throne once you turn 18, unable to do what it is that you love after that. "I could be out there in the world! Slaying monsters! Defeating dragons! Living the life of adventuring!"
I grabbed a stick that was leaning against the corner of my room and started swinging it around, imagining that I was fighting monsters and other evil creatures. "I don't want to be a Queen! I don't want to be throne bound! I want to go out and adventure!"
I would argue with my mother about me not wanting to be a Queen, but I went down that path before and the two of us argued. She's a hard woman to bargain. Sure, she's a sweet and caring mother, but when you don't do what you are told, then she's a whole other person. She had me locked up the first time I argued with her about me not wanting to be a Queen.
I kept swinging the stick around, with each swing getting filled with anger as I am reminded of me not being able to choose my own path on the day of my 18th birthday. I kept swinging the stick and I accidentally knocked over my mother's sewing box....
