Dear Readers,
This is my first fanfic and to be forward my writing skills are horrid. But the only way to get better is to practice, right? So bear with me. My spelling and grammar mistakes are going to be astronomically high. This story is uses the same idea of choosing a girl to be a queen / princess, as seen in books like The Princess Academy and The Selection. This is total not related to these books in any other way. I wrote this and a friend, Skystar5, told me to put in these categories. I'm rating it T just to be super cautious.
Sincerely,
Professor Cow
Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to real published books that this idea might be related to. I'm just doing this as a hobby.
A Lady's Duty
I've started this journal to have something to confide in because I'm not very good at making friends. Also to remember what I have done on my journey so I can tell Elita all about it when I return. I'm determined to return, I will not be stuck in the King's City for the rest of my days.
If you are to be my confident, my dear little book, you must know about me and the reasons why I must go to the King's City. The King's City is surrounded by 4 lands. The land of the fields, where they grow our food, The Land of the Mines where they mine coal, minerals and gems, The land of the Ports where they craft objects out of the other lands products, then sell them to the people and other countries, and lastly the Land of the Plains where they heard livestock. This makes up the country Corinth. Each is ruled by a lord, who reports to the king. My father is Lord of the Plains. I we don't live like most of the other lord's families.
Our house is small; it's the only permanent building on our land because the herders are nomadic. We have two servants that are more like family than servants. And I am the only lady who actually goes out into her land and helps her people face to face.
I am Fae, daughter of Lord Musad and Lady Karima. Sole inheritor of The Land of the Plains.
I'm not a typical lady for oblivious reasons, my father had me educated in more than just curtsying, and I down wear silk gowns, and I like it that way. My father would love to afford silk gowns for me to wear, but all our extra money goes to helping our people.
Its complete irregular for a girl to be in line for a place of authority in this kingdom, but since my mother is deceased, and father refuses to remarry despite the demands of the other lords and the King. There is very little father won't do for the king. He goes to the mandatory Lord's meeting every year, and takes their neglect for the plains and does what he can. I just hope I can do the same when I'm in charge.
Now I'll tell you why I must go on a journey to the King's city. My father and I we riding our horses in the fields by our house, when a messenger rode up. Nothing good ever happens when a messenger comes from the King's City. Father introduced me as his daughter. He gave me a scrutinizing look; the kind people give me when my hair is windblown, I'm wearing commoner's clothes, and not riding side saddle. Disbelief that I'm a lady. Then continued to announce,
"His Majesty, King Amalric, Invites Lord Musad and his daughter Lady Fae to the royal palace to compete for Prince Marius' hand in matrimony. Please arrive no later than a weeks' time. Sincerely, the royal family." He then whipped his horse's head around and cantered away. We rode home in silence. The only one to be happy about this turn of events was Elita my make-shift mother figure and cook. She then proceeded to go through all the dresses my mother brought with her when she married my father, to see what we could update for my trip. The week went by too fast. Filled with packing and sewing, much to my disgorge. I wanted nothing to do with the King's City or a prince. I went there once when I was younger, before my mother died. I felt out of place in the sea of silks and small compared to the tall buildings towering above me. Everyone gave me the look. The look telling me I was the odd one out. I knew from a young age that I was different. I never went back, I stayed on the plains where people didn't care how I acted or what I wore, they just cared about who I was. I must stop writing although it calms me a bit about what I must face. Tomorrow I leave and my heart will surely break to leave behind my home and all I care about, to go someplace foreign. I do believe I will not sleep a wink tonight.