The Carthakian heir Chapter 2: Propasal to match, a song of the lioness fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters you recognize, nor the onez you've forgotten!

A/N: This is one of my first proper stories and I'm soo happy I probably wouldn't mind if you flamed me, or worshipped me…hint hint ;-)

P.S: I changed the Title and the Summary cause they sucked

There is a curse that everyone in Copper Isles believe in. It's that all the males that are blood related to the royal family go crazy at the age of Thirty-five and die later on in the year. Here is some proof:

Many years ago the Queen gave birth to a son and was then told that she could no longer have any children. The people prayed for the Princes oldest child to be a girl but it was not to be so. Seven generations later and the people still hadn't gotten a female heir, then the people suddenly saw hope. Their current king had two sons, Prince Edmund and Prince Charles and one daughter Princess Leola. When the king died the throne went to his twenty-three year old son. The people knew that Prince Edmund would die in twelve years time and then his brother, Prince Charles, would take the throne when he was 28 and rule for seven years. The way the people saw it the princess would have to wait till she was thirty-six to get married, that way she would still have claims to the throne. That was when disaster struck. The princess got married when she was sixteen and no longer had claim to the throne, the marriage was to the Emperor of Carthak, she died a year later in child birth. They hoped the king would hurry up and get married and produce a female heir before he died and left the throne to his brother, that was when the King announced that he and his brother had decided NEVER to get married. Soon after that announcement they also declared that a distant cousin of theirs had died leaving her new-born child to them. The baby was a girl. The people wondered if it was the dead Princess supposed-to-be dead child but then decide that know-one would pretend that their baby had died along with its mother and so went back to rejoicing over the first female heir in over nine generations.

Princess Aliciandra, formally known as Alicia under pain of death, jumped out of bed on the day of her thirteenth birthday. She was very exited because her uncle had promised her a griffin. The servants thought this was a sign of the insanity that would come.

Alicia rang a bell and her personal maid, Maria, scurried in and bowed her head.

"Maria, what have I told you about bowing your head?" the Princess glared.

"That its very unbecoming miss?" whispered out the frightened maid.

"That's right" the princess blue eyes shone. She was quite beautiful with a slim build, native Copper Isles blond hair and blue eyes which when angry broadened between blue and grey.

1 Hour

"Your majesty, Highness is ready to see you now" stated Yazaran a man who loved to state more then any other man.

"Ah, Amily, (A.N: don't ask me why he calls her that instead of Alicia k?) good to see you. So today's the big day, the day where your life really begins eh eh?" said King Charles. One would think that since his brother, sister, mother and father had died he'd take care to remember facts about his sole family relation.

"Errrrrrrr, I think your life really beings at forty. I'm only turning thirteen." Alicia slowlyly explained.

"Well anyway, I thought you should know, your engaged. Benjamin (A.N: that's actually Yazaran) ask the cook for some tea."

"What! Uncle Charlie I'm only thirteen!" she snapped out of her daydream filled 130 ways to kill a foe with a griffin.

"Your not going to get married now my little lamb. Your getting marriedwhen I die and you become Queen." he replied as if he was talking to a child, which if you think about, he really was.

"Three years? That's all I get?" the princess moaned as she went to greet her present.

So that's how Princess Aliciandra came to be Queen to two countries.

A/N: I know that so far my chapters been kinda short but I really hating writing…