A/N: Hi thank you for reading this. I shall try and update as frequently as I can. I hope you enjoy it, this is my first attempt at a fitzsimmons fan fiction as well as au. Also I do not own anything, all I have is live for fitzsimmons (cheesy? Yes probably but I don't care :D)
Jemma Simmons had dreamed of reigning over her country since a very young age.
The thought of bringing peace to her home land, helping those in need and changing the rules a little, had always appealed to her. Her intellectual level was higher than most, making her a sensible choice for a Queen. Sadly, low opinions of women meant Jemma could not reign over her country without a king. A king who would dictate and make all the decisions of her land.
Her dreams had been crushed by these opinions and rules, much like her heart was crushed one fine morning when she discovered her father was dying. King Benedict Simmons, proud ruler of England, had months left to live, and within these short months left, he had the grave decision to make: who would be the heir to the throne.
His eldest son,Grant Douglas Simmons, was a fine choice indeed. Seeing as he was a strong, powerful man, who was taking on his fathers opinions, King Benedict Simmons had no doubts that Grant would make a fine King.
Then of course, their was his youngest son, Lance 'Hunter' Simmons. Lance was a fairly pleased man, kind, loving, the type of person who wore their heart on their sleeve. However, Lance was also a disappointment to the family name. The Prince was notably an alcoholic, making terrible life choices and ruining himself as well as the socially superior American, Barbara Morse. (The pair had been caught in the act many times and although they were never quite ready to commit to one another, they were always ready to commit things with one another). The young boy was no where near ready to accept this sort of responsibility and so King Benedict Simmons deemed his youngest son as unworthy to the throne.
Finally, his only daughter, Lance's twin sister, Princess Jemma Simmons, the girl who had made it quite clear she wanted the throne more than anything in the world, the girl who had done everything in her power to ensure she would be considered to reign over her country; the girl who was more intelligent than anyone in her country as to that day, was not deemed worthy to become Queen. Having told his children the devastating news, that soon he would be nothing more than a memory, King Benedict Simmons made his final decision that Grant would be entitled to the throne. He gave Grant two months to find a wife, a wife who would be suitable to stand along side him, and superior enough to marry. Grant thanked his father gratuitously.
Lance too, thanked his father, for not choosing him to be the next heir to the throne, whilst his twin sister, spoke her true feelings and opinions of this decision, as she and her father took a walk around the castle.
"Dad, I just feel as though you aren't taking me seriously. Just because I am a woman, doesn't mean I can't rule a country. In case you haven't noticed I have an IQ higher than anyone else who has stepped through here and I have an above average fashion sense. I mean look at my garments compared to the other women of this country." She explained, boastfully.
"Yes, yes darling I know-" he began but was interrupted when his daughter squeaked...
"Then why won't you consider me an heir?" The question itself made King Simmons wince. Did she really think he hadn't considered her as an heir?
"I did darling, honestly. But you know the rules. Women can't rule over a country without a King. You've been told this many times before." He reminded. His voice soft and gentle, as he tried not to irk her anymore.
"I'm sorry, but I can't accept that as an answer father. You know I would do a much better job a ruling this country than Grant! All he cares about is starting wars and gaining more land! At least I have intentions to resolve these wars. Father, please, you know more than anybody, that I am capable of ruling this country. Please." She begged as he turned to make his way back to the throne. She followed quickly.
"Father, I-" he turned around, cutting her off before she could plead any longer.
"You know if circumstances were different, I would have chosen you to rule. But unfortunately, circumstances are not different. Queens cannot reign over a country without a King, and even if you did have a king the chances are slim that you would even be selected: if there are already elder males in the family line, they are to rule first." He recited, before continuing to walk to his throne.
As Jemma followed her father to the throne room, an idea popped into her mind. She sat hesitantly down in her own thrown, on the right to her fathers, before contemplating it fully. Two months to find a suitable wife, that's how long Grant was given, perhaps two months to find a suitable husband, just might be enough.
As she and her father sat in their thrones, listening to the problems that the townspeople endured, she noticed a dazzling pair of blue eyes staring at her from the small crowd which seemed to be forming.
She looked thoughtfully at the man gazing up at her with such beautiful eyes, noticing how he swiftly averted his gaze from her the moment her eyes met his. She stared at him a moment longer, contemplating why he had been staring in the first place. Before yet another idea came to mind.
She needed someone of royal heritage or social superiority, in order to claim the throne. That was the easy part, she was certain that there were many Princes and Lords interested in a Princess with intelligence, beauty and an above average fashion sense, like herself. The hardest part was finding this Prince or Lord discretely and without her brother Grant finding out. She needed it to be a secret, make it seem as though she had been engaged the entire time and was marrying for the right reasons not just for the throne. If she could do that then she could easily be chosen to rule her homeland. All she needed was someone to take her to these Princes and Lords discretely, and safely.
Jemma had an idea who that particular someone could be.
A/n: thank you for reading, I really hope you enjoyed it, please feel free to review :)
