HAPPY 100,000 WORDS!
Another sneak peek! Be warned that the actual story is not called Maxon's Seat like the chapter is, it's just like that for the sake of the sneak peek. The actual story information will be revealed all at the end.
Photo #97: Maxon's Seat
Eadlyn has always heard the saying that 'with every good king is an even better queen' and that was what she was raised on. (Her father says that's how and why he picked to marry her mother). With that in mind, she always wondered why the queen had a smaller throne than the king if the queen was supposedly better. Shouldn't the more superior one have the bigger seat?
Or maybe, the queen had a smaller seat because she tended to be physically smaller than the king. That was the most reasonable and least sexist explanation Eadlyn could think of but still, it was a pretty stupid reason. Eadlyn knows that the bigger seat was always the comfier one since it allowed for more wiggle room and had more cushiony material to provide maximum comfort.
That's why the next photo brings such a smile to Eadlyn's face. It's her mother sitting on her father's throne as if she owns it herself. Her legs are hanging over one arm and her body stretches over the other. She is having the time of her life as the queen on the king's throne. Eadlyn thinks to herself how she should so try that one day...
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Marlee lowers the camera and is looking at her photo subject, America, as she remains in her improper position in Maxon's throne. Marlee doesn't find it improper at all since she finds it hilarious. Even with all the necessary formality that comes with being the queen of any state, they always deserve to have fun (and sometimes, genuinely being fun gets more approval points from the people).
"Are you even allowed to be sitting in Maxon's seat?" Marlee questions.
"Probably not," America replies casually, "but rules were made to be ignored."
Marlee scoffs a little. "Thank god you're the Queen of Illéa."
America laughs to herself. "It's not a big deal. If you don't hurry up and let life know what you want, life will damned soon show you what you'll get."
"And that's why you're queen!"
Marlee bows mockingly and claps for her queen as America over-exaggerates her boasting pride for the respect her people have on her. Both women laugh to themselves as America pats down on the seat of the adjacent and smaller throne for the queen. Marlee hesitantly walks over, stopping in front of the queen's throne until America encourages and eventually pulls Marlee down.
Almost immediately, Marlee's life flashes before her eyes the moment her behind sits down on the throne. Her shoulders suddenly straighten and she turns her body in the seat to face America. America recognizes that face and nods at Marlee for now getting it. Marlee traces the velvet cushions and wooden structure with her fingertips as if that throne was the most delicate object to ever exist. Her jaw opens in pure amazement.
"Wow," Marlee says as if all the air in her lungs has been sucked out. "This feels so powerful."
"Doesn't it?" America questions rhetorically.
"It's like sitting on a cloud," Marlee whispers with a small laugh in her voice.
Both ladies turn their heads at the sound of someone entering. They see a confused Maxon take a few steps in, trying to understand what he's seeing. America and Marlee play this off as completely normal. Then, Maxon smiles and takes a bow for them.
"My Queens," Maxon says honorably. "I know you didn't ask for my service but I feel obliged to wait on you both hand and foot - or shall I say, manicure and pedicure."
America and Marlee laugh in admiration of all this as Maxon cracks a smile.
"Well, most loyal subject," America starts, making her voice sound more like it's reciting a prophecy. "We could use some strawberry tarts."
"Right away, Your Highnesses!"
Maxon turns on his heel and runs out to fetch their order. America and Marlee laugh to themselves again as they watch Maxon go.
"And some rosé!" Marlee quickly adds.
"Only the freshest for you, my queens!" Maxon yells back.
America and Marlee sit back and relax on their thrones, relaxed and content that their unexpected orders will be fulfilled. The two girls look at each and high-five at their successful five-minute rule with the two of them at the throne.
"We should've done this more often," America jokes.
"Correction," Marlee states, "we should do this more often."
America nods her head, impressed with that perspective. "Welcome to Illéan royalty, Marlee Woodwork."
"Why thank you, America Schreave."
"Let us kick Maxon out of his throne," America suggests. "We shall stage a coup d'état."
Marlee slowly nods her head. "I don't know what that means but it sounds cool."
Maxon slowly shuffles in after having heard all that. America and Marlee watch him bring their strawberry tarts and rosé, knowing that he heard all that. The two girls sip their drinks, only keeping their eyes on Maxon because he's staring at them with a devious grin on his face. Marlee lowers her glass and pops her lips a little.
"I bet that he poisoned this," Marlee jokes based on Maxon's expression.
"How nice," America states unamused as she bites into a tart. "I bet he tampered with this as well."
"In my defense," Maxon starts, "if you plan to stage a coup, I'd have to retaliate."
America nods. "He has a point."
Marlee nods as well. "That's why he's king."
"Exactly," Maxon says, bowing to them again.
What I learned in this chapter is that I will have to find me a Maxon and a Marlee for my life.
Check out my new story which is an entry in My "Failed" Love Life:
Rory's Seat - Pre-teen Amelia Pond sits in the wrong seat one day in class and hears that a certain boy has a crush on her (Amy x Rory OS)
Stay Tuned - Sometimes, the kids don't like getting down and dirty...
