So I have come up with another story. Hmm...anyway, give me yalls feed back.

The Lady-in-Waiting

Tami Walker

Summary: Daggum it, why did I have to be king? I hated all of the numerous responsibilities. Not only that, I had to get married to some foreign princess in six months. "Kiss bye your freedom, brother."

Chapter 1

Just Do It

Five minutes.

Five minutes until this dratted meeting was over. Five minutes until I could do something instead of sitting on my rear listening to old politicians drone on about the importance of something or another. Five minutes until I could actually say something what was on my mind to anybody. Five minutes until I could see Lady Marguerite and her three sisters.

Five blasted minutes!

"…And today we have some important news for you, sire." Councilor Dyrren said suddenly as he collected his papers on the table.

I wasn't really listening. Instead, I was staring out the nearby window and drumming my fingers.

"Sire?" Councilor Dyrren said sternly.

I looked up. When did he start speaking to me? Smiling, I cleared my throat, and, raising my eyebrows in a kingly manner, asked deeply,

"Yes, Lord Dyrren?"

I ignored everyone's reaction—gawking at me because I hadn't been listening that much. I was only nineteen after all. Too young to be King but because of dramatic circumstances, received the crown. If the aged ambassadors and councilors had a problem with my teenage ways, then they had to take it up with a King.

Lord Dyrren rolled his eyes but caught himself in action when he noticed me peering at him coldly. Another thing you learn from being a politician and a man of power, you learn to intimidate people. Lord Dyrren quickly put on his politician masque. He looked at me sharply like nothing had happened.

"Yesterday, I received news, milord, that will be of great importance to you and everyone." Lord Dyrren said slowly twirling his thick white hair around his finger. He hesitated to go on, probably waiting for my reply.

Sighing, I looked up at the sundial. My five minutes had passed. This meeting was supposed to be over. Frustrated, I ran my hand through my hair.

"Just finish your news, blast it!" I said shortly.

Everyone caught their breath. Obviously, they weren't used to Kings acting how I did. Lord Dyrren cleared his throat and continued,

"Ahem. The news I received concern you in your…personal life, per se." He inquired. I pricked up my ears. Personal life? What concerned my personal life? Narrowing my eyes, I bid him to continue.

"I received a letter from Kreeira," He said pulling out a thick piece of parchment from his bulky pile of paper, "From their King. Here milord, I think this will interest you."

Lord Dyrren handed me the letter. My hands shook. Kreeira. What did Kreeira want to do with me? For heaven's sake, we were at war with them! Ever since I was a little boy, bloody battles were going on everywhere. Even when my father was a boy, the war continued. What did the blasted King want anyway?

Frowning, I unfolded the letter, and caught my breath. It read:

Beloved King of Bruinen, Son of the Late King, Fyrren IV, Hero of the People, and Emperor of the Barons,

Greetings.

It has come across my attention that this bloody war must end. What my grandfather did fifty years ago is the past. I would never ever do such a thing again. I know that you are a noble King as was your father. I knew him when we were children before the war started. There is no reason for the war anymore. As I said before, past is past.

Now, regarding families, friends, and loved ones with beloveds that have been killed in the war. I sympathize them as I do my own people. The bitterness towards each other must stop now or it never will.

Since we haven't been able to agree on political (economical) terms, I have devised a new plan that hopefully you will agree to. I am a family man with three wives and many children. My eldest daughter, Alarimin, who is a year younger than you, is ready to be married. She is beautiful beyond imagination. I assure you that if you accept my proposition, you will be a happy man…

I stopped reading, my heart racing. I already knew what he was going to say. He wanted to arrange a marriage with his daughter. "Beautiful beyond imagination." Many Kings have told me such about their daughters but had lied. All they wanted was some power.

However, this was a different case. The thought of ending this blasted war would be sweet to the taste. Families could be together once again; sons with their fathers, husbands with their wives; and mothers with their sons. I sighed heavily and closed my eyes, rubbing my temples.

What would my father do? What would…Ughhh…I knew the answer but…

"Well, milord." Lord Dyrren asked.

I looked up at him sharply.

"Yes. I will be married to the princess only to end the war. Send him my regards, thanks, and my answer." I said shortly and suddenly stood up. "I will be with my brother."

With that, I stomped out of the hall scowling. Marriage. Poor Lady Marguerite. She would be devastated. Oh well, I guess that just comes with being King. You have to make necessary sacrifices no matter how much it hurts. You just do it. That's all there is.