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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 · Urbano
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181 Chs

Not Complaining

Michael burst into Lucia's apartment, and she turned towards him, startled. She had been about to have her breakfast and was still in her pyjamas. Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched as he folded his arms around her. Instinctively, she hugged him back.

What was going on? Why was he here? Was something wrong? What was wrong?

She let him hold her. She had a feeling he needed this, and if it was bad, she needed it too. So, she hugged him back, drawing from his strength and the warmth radiating off him. She let him rock her, wrapping her arms tighter around him as if trying to melt into him, and stayed put.

She felt his breath slow down and realised how fast it had been. She could feel his heart beating a steady rhythm beneath his chest. He was calmer now, and his body felt a little more relaxed—less tense. She drew back from him and looked at his face.

"Not that I'm complaining," she said gently, her voice just above a breath, "but what's wrong?"