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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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A Cycle Of Bad

"The right fit for the future king," Queen Miriam said with satisfaction.

Her husband smiled at her. He was glad that public opinion about his son's match with Lucia was shifting, but he was also sure it would shift a few times before the month was over. He was not actively putting his efforts in that direction, but if it kept his wife occupied, he was glad for it.

"Not a peep about their age gap or any other disgusting notions," the Queen uttered gleefully as she held up the newspaper to her face while pacing around the room.

"Your cousin has suggested we talk about the unity seal at Michael's engagement party," the King informed his wife.

She halted and turned to him.

"Gustav?" she asked needlessly.

Her husband looked at her as if to say, "Who else?"

"And?" his wife said with a wave of her hand and a roll of her eyes.

"King Gabriel agrees," Queen Miriam's brow arched up.

"What?" King Philip asked.