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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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Too Independent

The air hostess opened the cabin door and stood to the side, waiting for them to start filing out. Michael was already on his feet, with Lucia beside him. He laced his fingers into hers and led her to the door. They stepped out, and Lucia immediately saw that there were guards at the bottom of the stairs, lined up on either side of a red carpet leading to a limousine. There was a car in front of the limo and another behind it.

"I drove to the airport," Adela said from within the cabin.

Prince Michael turned to look at her.

"We can drop you home, and one of the guards will take your car home," he told her.

It was worded as though she had some choice, but she knew from his tone she did not. His tone left no room for argument. Lucia looked at him questioningly, and Adela nodded at him in resignation.

"Okay," she said. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," the man said and faced forward.