Chapter 1. The Sorrows of a Queen
Many believe that the life of a queen is without question, an exceedingly happy one. Just imagine all the things a queen has at her fingertips. Vast amounts of land and wealth, beautiful garments of the finest quality, numerous servants at her beck and call, more privileges than she could ever possibly know what to do with. With all this happiness, why am I, Queen Hermione, so miserable?
Is it because I was married off at seventeen to Prince Draco Malfoy, a man I've never even seen before in my life? Or because I was, in a way, forced to leave my home of Ravenclaw and go to the kingdom of Slytherin, a land that has been known for centuries for it's strong armies and incredible wealth? Or is it because my husband is a hard, cold man who has no interest in being a husband at all?
I am trapped in a loveless marriage to a man who is more interested in expanding his armies and his kingdom. For years he's been making plans with his generals to conquer lands outside of the continent of Hogwarts. I'm never a part of it. Apparently, as his queen, my only job, the only thing I'm good for, is standing by his side when needed and looking pretty. Never mind that I hail from a country of great knowledge and wisdom. I feel I could contribute to this ignorant country. I know I could be a good council to my king and husband, but all he sees me as is a witless female.
He doesn't even have any interest in me as a wife. He rarely shares our bed at night. I often go to bed alone. He's either in his war room planning his latest military tactics or in his study possibly passing out from either fatigue or excessive amounts of wine. When he does manage to come to our bed, he doesn't have any interest in us acting as husband and wife. He has touched me only a handful of times since our wedding night. I don't relish the thought of Draco having his way with me, but I do have a deep desire to have a child. Since I was a child, I wanted to be a mother. It would be considered a natural desire, since my own mother passed away when I was too young to remember her.
However, Draco didn't seem to have any interest in having children either. Despite that he knew that he had a duty to continue his bloodline as well as a duty to his country. It would seem that he wanted to make Slytherin the greatest country, not only in all of Hogwarts, but in the world before he could even think of having children. However, we've been married a good ten years already. My prime childbearing years were slipping by every passing day. Every chance I could brave it, I'd beg him to consider starting a family. I was always careful to state that it was his child I wanted to bare not just a child. But he always stated that it wasn't the proper time for children, that there was plenty of time for such things. Every time I made this argument, it would end with him denying me the one thing I desired from him or any man, and with me running to my bedchambers in tears.
So, the life of a queen is supposed to be a happy one? Well, that assumption is almost laughably absurd.