Chapter 2 - The Kingdom Of Dwayria needs a Queen
The King's plea hadn't worked. It had been at least two weeks and nobody wanted poor Sammy. All Sam wanted to do at this point was go to the Kingdom Of Thelirin, where Dean lived. Sam wanted to see her sister again and meet her wonderful husband. And, hopefully stay away from her father's wrath and greed!
This did not happen as only sixteen days after the King sent out some of his men to track a husband for Sam, they came back with one. His name was Reuben Mallowburne, King of Dwayria. He didn't seem very nice to Sam but he was a very rich king in need of a queen and Sam's father seemed to like him.
The got aquatinted as couples often do, and once Sam was ready, she moved to Dwayria with her soon-to-be husband. The kingdom seemed as handsome and elegant as its king. However, like its king, the kingdom wasn't as it seemed. They spat on the dying and they put the kingdom before its people always. The townsfolk didn't believe in communism, which was fine, but it isn't really good when the richest earn at least £100 an hour in today's money and the poorest earn -£10 an hour. Something had to be done.
Whilst Sam was settling in one day, her chamber maid came in to make her bed and take the laundry to wash. This chamber maid was not Sam's normal one. Perhaps it was her day off, Sam thought.
This maid was a lot younger than the other one. She must have been about seventeen, a year older than Sam. She had jet black hair tied up in a bun at the top of her head and blue eyes. The bluest blue to ever blue.
Before the maid ran off, Sam grabbed her arm and asked her to sit down. "Please. Sit down, I would like to talk to you."
"As you wish." She sat on the hardest, most uncomfortable chair she could find in Sam's bedroom.
"How long have you worked for Reuben?"
"I have worked in the service of the King for almost ten years now."
"That's... interesting. Do you like it here?"
"My job is not to like, but to endure. For those richer and wealthier than me." She started getting more and more uncomfortable but did a great job of hiding it. If Sam wasn't looking for it, she wouldn't have noticed at all.
"Would you like to stay here, or would you like to leave?"
"My opinion does not matter. My job is not to lik-"
"Yeah, I know. Your job is to endure. But would you like to come with me to the Kingdom of Thelirin? I am going to see my sister and her husband and I would like company."
"As you wish." She looked down into her lap.
"No, would you like to come? I am not ordering you, I would never!" Sam was outraged at the thought of her ordering someone around like Reuben did.
"I would." She surprised Sam.
"Well, I'm planning to leave on the horses at ten tonight if you would meet me at the stables. Don't tell Reuben."
"Thank you your highness." She went to walk out.
"What is your name?" Sam called after her.
"My name?" She started shaking. She had never been asked that question by a royal, or even not, before.
"Yes, your name. What is it?"
"Castielle. My name is Castielle."
"I will see you tonight Castielle."
