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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?

AnotidaMandemwa · Urbain
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Titanium-Shelled Coconut

They had been put in different cars. Lucia was alone with Michael, and their car was following the one with Adela and the Myrian king, with Caroline and Alexander's car bringing up the rear. Lucia had made it from the plane to the car without embarrassing herself, but she was not focused on that. She was focused on Adela. She looked so regal, so serene, and yet like she was an ice sculpture brought to life. She wondered for the umpteenth time if Adela was okay beneath her façade. But then, when she thought about it, there was nothing she could do. It was Adela's decision to get married. It was Adela's choice to be here. All she could do as a little sister was be supportive.

"Hey," Michael said beside her, and she looked at him.

"Where are you lost?" he asked.

"I am worried about Dela," she said.

"She will be fine," Michael took her hand and squeezed it in assurance. "Gustav will not mistreat her."