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Regal Games

[WSA 2024 Entry] Everyone is playing a regal game. Everyone except Lucia (who probably should). After her father faced accusations of trying to seize the throne from his father and king, he was exiled along with his family. They were no longer royalty, but his wife would not have it. She was friends with the queen of Vershia and used that to her advantage. Her two older daughters were the right age to marry the two princes, and she would make that happen come what may. That became a problem when the oldest daughter was ignored by the crown prince, who formed a friendship with the youngest of the girls. There was still hope; Lucia could become the future queen. But Lucia was not groomed for this role. She did not want to live for the type of marriage she could snag. She did not want to take the man who had been planned for her sister. But that’s the thing with plans, isn’t it? She never planned to fall in love with the man, and there she was: an unwilling participant in the regal games. Would she capture the crown? How would everything affect her relationship with her sister? Was there ever pleasing her mother?

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Expectations Aligned

A knock sounded on Lucia's door. This time, she was dressed and had finished her breakfast. In an hour, she was meant to meet Adela with Caroline for the fitting. December was a busy month, filled with events. It was getting colder, and they needed new outfits for all the parties they would attend. Given their recent rise in status, the sisters anticipated many more events than usual. They would also be under the public's watchful gaze, so everything had to be perfect.

Lucia opened the door, expecting her sister, but her smile turned to confusion when she saw who was on the other side. What was the queen doing here? She instinctively straightened her back, and her smile became a bit forced. After Michael's visit just minutes earlier, Lucia suspected this was not a social call.

She debated whether to curtsey, deciding it was better to be safe than sorry. She dipped into a small curtsey.

"Good morning, Aunt Mirie."