Hello everyone. My third story here on Fanfiction. Since Nightwalkers is doing well, I decided to start writing one of my concepts I had posted on my channel. So without further ado, let's begin the first chapter.
Angry footsteps echoed in the castle as a young man rushed down the hall. As usual, arguments followed by multiples kisses, followed by more arguments were the start of his day. His queen was being difficult, which was also customary to his morning. The young man shoved one of his servants as he turned the hallway swiftly. The servant, looking back with an angry, confused look upon his face, continued walking towards his destination. The young man went into his private chambers and slammed the door behind him. Snatching his cape away from his back, the young man threw the material on the floor. The sun peered inside the chambers beautifully. The sky was clear; a perfect day for gardening. Several servants and gardeners were moving about planting and gathering fruits and vegetables. There was a chocobo stable a few yards from the gardening all of which were adorned by the castle's crest, a purple-like creature that had orange-like mane going from the top of its head and stopped midway followed by a blend of orange and red fangs, that was centered of rose gold armor. All of the chocobos were gold, black, and white.
There were also several merchants coming in and out of the castle bringing supplies and food. A sound came from the double doors. The young king didn't even bother to turn to see who it was. There was only one person that was allowed to come into his chambers unannounced. One would think that person would be his queen, but that would be inaccurate. The young man looked into the window to see an older man looking back at him with a frustrated expression.
"Say what you will, but don't forget, I am your king."
The older man sighed. "You bore me with your so called threats. Care to explain to me why I hear the queen is brokenhearted and crying?"
The king snorted. Of course the queen cried and made a scene. She was simply looking for sympathy because her king doesn't have an ounce of compassion towards her. The older man sighed at the young man's actions. He'd seen this behavior before; young men who were named king at an early age and let the power corrupt their heart. He has been around the castle for a little over eight decades to see each ruler repeat the same pathology, none of them being able to break the never-ending behavior, except for one. It was hard to stop but eventually, the king and queen were able to meet some sort of common ground. The previous king and queen, before the hot-headed king in front him, were two people but one soul. As one of the eldest members inside the castle, it was the man's duty to make sure the terror stops permanently.
"My Lord, surely you know you are wrong."
The young man turned and glared at the elder man. "You dare question my actions, Ramuh?"
Ramuh sighed, moving towards the young man. Like many rulers before him, they were all fed the same lecture on being king. Ramuh motioned for the king to sit. The young man obliged but with the glare still on his face.
"My Lord, you must apologize to her. Do you dare disappoint your nation?"
The young man was about to bellow at the elder for questioning him but stopped when the elder man mentioned his nation. He knew what the elder man really meant behind his words. It was a touchy subject for the young king. He quickly got up and looked out of the window, observing the servants and merchants move about. The older man waited for his king's reply. The king looked at Ramuh's reflection for a second before turning towards Ramuh to give him his undivided attention.
"What were they like?"
Ramuh chuckled a little at the young king's curiosity. He sat on the bed and began telling the tale of the one king and queen that defied the typical, harsh laws that they were destined to follow, in hopes they're successors would follow the same path.
The flames illuminated the small private chamber belonging to a short-haired girl. The chambers were decorated in pink. Teddy bears were perfectly lined up against the window on the window pane. There were dolls scattered about on the floor. The girl and three of her favorite adult-sized dolls were at a table with a porcelain tea set in front of her. Unlike most girls' tea parties, the girl had actual tea. She brought a cup carefully to one of her teddy bears and quickly placed it back down when she heard hurried footsteps approaching her room.
A woman with long blonde hair braided to the side burst into the chambers with a worried expression on her face. She snapped her head at the girl, who too had a worried expression. The blonde quickly closed the door and locked it. She quickly ran over to the bed and began grabbing several articles of clothing and using the bed sheet she roughly snatched away from bed as a travel bag. The girl ran over to the window and saw several men on chocobos approaching the castle.
"Mommy, what's going on?" The girl questioned.
"There's no time to explain." The blonde panicked. She threw the sheet over her back and went to the girl. "We must get to the main chamber, sweetie."
"Why?" The girl didn't understand what was going on.
The mother replied with a swift push, urging the girl to move forward. The girl reluctantly followed her mother's orders and began walking towards the main chambers. As the pair approached the main chamber, she began to worry. She should have been a proper mother and told her daughter that her fate to leave Midgar was coming soon. They arrived in the main chamber and the girl immediately ran to her father.
"Father!" The girl hugged her father tightly. "Why is Mommy acting strange?"
The father snapped his head towards the mother, who tried to swallow away the lump that was forming inside her throat. "You didn't tell her?"
"What was I supposed to say?!"
The front doors opened before the argument could escalate further. A tall, slender man walked inside the chambers along with a brunette woman at his side, both adorned with rose gold crowns. The man slowly stood from his throne; his frightened wife and child next to him.
"I can see your daughter is ill prepared." The slender man noted as he saw the child's frightened face.
"Yes, well, my wife just informed me that she hasn't informed my daughter." The man glared at his queen and then looked at the slender man. "However, we must fulfill the treaty between Midgar and Edge."
"That is correct." The slender began to rub his hands together and clapped them once he was done. "So? Shall we get down to business?"
"Father, what's happening?"
The girl's question went unanswered as her father guided the guests to a small section that had a table, ink feather, and parchment. Frighten almond eyes met bright cerulean eyes that were now filling with tears. Her mother knelled in front of her and placed her hands on her daughter's small, slumped shoulders.
"Honey, you have to leave for Edge." Her mother's tone was firm but shaky.
"Why? Why do I have to go Mother?" Tears began to fall freely from her almond eyes.
"We have a peace treaty with Edge and part of the agreement of peace was…" Her mother hesitated and glanced at her king, who was now writing on parchment. The king of Edge was looking over at her with mirth. She quickly turned away and turned her attention back to her daughter. "For you to rule Edge." Her mother finished her sentence.
The girl's eyes widened. "Mommy, I'm not old enough to be a queen! I wanna stay here and be with you and Father!"
"Hush child with all that sadness." Her father yelled over to her. "You are going to be a queen, like it or not. You are bounded until death."
"No! I don't want to!"
"It's not about what you want to do! You have no choice in this matter!" Her father bellowed.
"How dare you talk to her that way?!" Her mother stood firmly, a mistake she will soon learn from. Her king glared at her. His hand connected to her right cheek leaving a red mark on her face.
"How dare you defy me in front of our guests?" Her king gritted. "How quickly you forget, you are expendable."
The king turned to his guests and smiled. "Well, now that the signatures are taken care of, I think it's time to go."
The girl's sobs were getting louder and louder as her mother handed her things over to the king of Edge. Her father knelled in front of her and shook his head. "You need to stop, grow up, and be the queen you are destined to be."
"But I don't wanna be queen of Edge, Father! I wanna be queen of Midgar and stay here with you!"
"In order to keep the peace between the two nations, you must go and you will go. You have no other option." Her father replied rather harshly.
Servants began taking the girl's personal belongings out the front entrance of the castle. Her mother began to have a nervous breakdown as she handed the bed sheet to the queen of Edge. The king of Midgar rolled his eyes, sighing at the pathetic scene. His daughter will do Midgar a favor by fulfilling the peace treaty. The queen hugged her daughter one last time before walking her over to the queen of Edge.
"Take care of her."
"She will be a proper ruler." The queen replied.
The girl frowned at the queen and looked at her mother. Her mother shook her head sorrowfully and gazed at her king. The king motioned for his queen and daughter to leave the chambers. The queen of Edge grabbed the girl's hand but the girl snatched her hand away. She began to plead with her mother and father, begging them to not allow these strange rulers take her to Edge. Her father kept saying you have to go, while the mother cried. Her father yelled at the two of them, disgusted with their behavior. Kings and queens shouldn't act in this manner. Her father pushed the girl into the queen's arm, demanding they ensure that his daughter will be a proper ruler.
The crying and shouting were heard clearly as the king and queen of Edge practically dragged the girl away from her parents. The girl's pleas didn't cease, though she knew they were feeble. The king lifted the girl up and put her inside the carriage, commanding his queen to get in and settled the child. With one more respectable bow to the king and queen of Midgar, the king of Edge got into the carriage and the chocobo tamer commanded the chocobo to move, carrying in the trio in tow.
The girl's cries slowly began to cease as she realized that this was her destiny. She looked at the woman who was now going to look after her, along with the man. She was merely a ten year-old girl. How can she be queen of a nation she has no knowledge of? Midgar was her nation, the nation she lived in since birth. How could her mother and father give her up so easily? She wiped away the tears that filled her eyes, turned around, and stuck her head cautiously out of the carriage at Midgar. She knew she would probably never see the nation again.