Hi, Wildrunner12 here. This is my first ever fan fiction and I don't mind having people criticize my story, as long as you'rereasonable and not an arse about it. I'd appreciate it greatly. Give me a chance and I'll try to make it worthwhile.
I do not own Assassin's Creed or any of It's characters. I only own Arabella, the plot, and the oc's present. History on the Netherlands are not one hundred percent accurate, and is only supplied for the plot of the story.
Thank you
Arabella's Prologue
I don't want to be queen.
Pretty sure that I just stumped you for a second or so right? 'You don't want to be queen? Yeah that's right, and in all honesty it's pretty simple if you think about it. The word 'queen' sort of ties it all into a really tight, but complicated knot. Its just as it says however, I really don't want to be queen. If you're still confused on the matter, here's a more detailed explanation on my current confliction.
I Live in a particular area in the north, and will rule over them in six months time. My great, great, great grandfather William of Orange was appointed as ruler of what is now known as the Netherlands. He did this by leading a Dutch revolt solidifying his power and creating a separate Dutch republic. If you research this later believe me when I tell you that that is far from the truth, but hey the world sees it that way so let the world think it as well. At least that's what my father says. Anywho, William created a system where the people would have a choice on matters instead of it being all left up to him. He felt that if you have a strong connection to your people then you'll have an everlasting kingdom. Apparently he was right cause here I am, hundreds of years later about to continue ruling this country into a new age.
You caught up yet? Good, well that's only a minor part of this tale. It gets a little bit interesting later, but right now I'm on me.
At first I wasn't supposed to be the next in line for the throne. I am the middle child of a family of five, and my older brother Arnold was going to be king. That is until he ran off to start his own life.
He was so made for this position. Years of practice and training only for it to be wasted in a single night. In fact he was so good that he managed to evade our own top security before leaving the country. Talk about genius. Well since he left and I was the only one who was eligible enough for the title, It is up to me to lead our people for the rest of my life. Worst decision my father has ever made.
I didn't want those, and still don't but what choice do I have? My dream was taken from me since Arnold abandoned his duties. I'll never be able to pursue my ideal profession as long as i'm stuck here. Which brings me to what I actually wanted to be.
I wanted to be a Novelist.
My love for reading and writing is so great that I have a room personalized for just that. It is my passion, and I was going to pursue it in college out of my country for further studies. My father even agreed seeming that I caused more harm than helped. I was trained for courtly manners and the likes of course, but I wasn't very good at the whole being a princess thing. I am what you'd call a free spirit, being trapped irritates me and being forced to choose angers me, so I do the opposite of what everyone wants, or do nothing at all really.
Respect is earned not gain, so when some snobbish rich foreigner expects me to be nice and act lady like, two words for them, Fudge you. I'm far from the perfect princess, but as a queen that is just asking for disaster. Which now brings you to this point.
True there were times where I could have just left, did what I wanted. Hell I could be in america right now being just plain bella instead of Arabella of Orange. That would mean however that I was abandoning my family and country, and I am not one to leave loose ends unfinished. I don't hate Arnold, as if I could ever hate my brother. I am just extremely disappointed in him. If he didn't want to be king he could have just said so. Instead he ran away from us, discarding any trust or strong bond we had between us. Though I guess there's no point in dwelling on the matter.
Now you know the first page of this chapter, but not the rest. There's a lot that happened that just couldn't be comprehended.
Let's see here where do I begin. Well might as well start with that evening where they, yes I mean they, literally appeared out of thin air. They weren't real, at least they weren't supposed to be yet there they stood looking confused and wary.
Who are they? The assassin's of course. The ones responsible of it all.
To be continued...