Elara Merandus stood at the edge of the beach house, the wind rushing through her ash-blond hair, and her hands clutching onto the wood that made the fence that separated her from the large ocean. It seemed to stretch for infinity and beyond, but Elara knew better than that. She knew that somewhere off into the distance, lay more land and more Silvers and Reds. Perhaps another war, or another High House of Whisperers.

Her icy blue eyes were bloodshot from days of restless nights. Her fingers drummed against the wood, wanting to do something, anything. The closest thing to civilization was a Red town. The Stilts is what the name is. But that town is miles away, and nobody dared come on Whisperer's land without permission. The Merandus family was rich, drowning within its own money and resources. Rich and powerful, a brilliant combination. Elara has been staying at her resort for a little less than a year now.

It wasn't like she was needed back in the Royal Palace. Samson was more than capable to take care of any of the Royal Family's whims. King Tiberias Calore and Queen Coriane Jacos. Technically, it should be Calore, but Elara has always known that Coriane was never destined to be Queen. She never was, and never will be. Its always been Elara, Elara should've won it all if Coriane didn't manipulate her way into the King's heart.

Elara hasn't left the house in the ninth month now, except for the occasional stroll. She made sure she had enough food by ordering it through the phone, but other than that, she was completely isolated. Nobody in her family dared come check on ehr, except for the occasional phone call. They knew better than to come and physically visit her. Everyone in the Merandus family knew just how skilled Elara's whispers were. How precise her technique was, how easy it was for her to sneak her way into anyone's mind. She would've thrown them out of her home, family or not. Everyone knew when Elara wanted to be alone, since she had always made it very, very clear.

With dawn breaking through the clouds, a vision of a new day engulfing her, Elara knew what she had to do. The knowledge of it has been haunting her for months now, but she was ready.

She needed to get the Crown.

She had too, it was her destiny, plain and simple as that. And nobody can argue against destiny.

But there was one little thing in her way. One little, tiny problem that separated her from her small, empty cottage to a seat as a Queen.

And it wasn't Coriane. No, Coriane was just a pest, she didn't even deserve to be called a problem.

Elara took in a deep breath and walked over to her living room. The house wasn't very small actually. It was twice as big as the biggest homes in the Stilts, but it was puny compared to a place like Summerton. It was tiny.

She picked up what she needed and began to make way for the village. People should be up by now, but not too many. Nobody would mind a lady, in her early twenties, strolling through the village. Nobody would even care.

After all, they are Reds, and Reds don't care about anyone but themselves. Though, then again, that should be the same for all people. Even the Silvers.

As she made way for the Stilts, her arms began to hurt from the weight of so much. She hasn't exercised for the longest time. She would change that the second she made it back to Summerton, and she would begin her plan of dethroning little old Coriane. She didn't deserve the Crown. She didn't practice for hours and hours to perfect her technique. She didn't cry, sweat, and bleed just for the weight of a piece of metal on her head. She didn't do anything to deserve what she has.

But Elara did. Elara did more than enough to deserve it. Her parents made sure of it.

And if fate wasn't going to let her have it, if a little speck of love wouldn't let her have it, Elara would just have to change that.

When she was at the town, finally, she reminded of the one rule that caused her to run away to the little golden retreat for a year. She told herself what was the reason for leaving the place.

Rule #6 to be eligible for Queen: The participant must be a virgin.

It was her one fault. Right after Coriane was declared Queen, Elara lost it. Nobody could know, except for one. Well, Elara supposed it was two. And one of them has his memory wiped of that night.

The other one used to sit in her stomach, but now, it was in her hands.

She knew it was risky to keep it alive. She should just kill it, instead of destining her for this fate as... as a Red. Still, Elara couldn't help herself. Killing her own made her sick to her stomach, she only wanted what was best for her and her children. But she came first. Always.

So, when a little girl with golden hair with ash-blond streaks and the iciest blue eyes in the world was found on the side of the path, nobody questioned it. Nobody but a lady who was passing by, and decided to pick her up. And by the time the lady picked the child up, and by the time she brought the girl to her home, the future queen was gone. She left her cottage and put her plan to action.

The only variable in her plan was gone.

Now with the girl gone, Elara could finally have it all.

Welcome to True Royals.

Enjoy. :)

Emily