~Author's Note: This is a random short piece I decided to create for fun. The first paragraph is told from the POV of the queen. The name Mayella is from the book To Kill a Mockingbird. This is a short story so envision the ending for yourself ;) I might continue it but idk yet.
Mayella, a beautiful name, fit for the perfect princess. This is what my child was destined to be named, as she was going to be elegant, beautiful, graceful. She was to be my darling, my pride, and my joy. This was to be fate, the future of the glorious kingdom.
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The whole kingdom seemed to wake as one, heedful of the queen's earsplitting screams. These screams could mean two things; one, that the baby was being born and two, that someone was ransacking the castle. Since there were no unseemly sounds, other than the screams and crickets, people safely assumed it was the baby. The kingdomers huddled down in their beds and blankets, trying to drown out the high-pitched screams. As much as the baby was looked forward to, it was the wrong time to give birth… it was night; in the kingdom's minds at least. The children were the only ones up and about as their heads were filled with images of the jam and honey encrusted scones that were hidden in pantries. It was the perfect time to snatch them, with no parents watching.
And suddenly, the screams stopped. A new kind of silence settled across the land, one of hope and relief, and joy and happiness. All the children, parents, godparents and friends rushed to the closest window facing the castle. For if the birth was a success and the new child lived, there would be a glowing crème lantern rising from the east turret, high into the starry night waiting to touch the stars, to let them know that the child was alive and healthy.
Slowly, the people in the valley below the castle saw a slight shining light coming from the designated turret. As the crowd was about to let out sighs of happiness, the lantern was quickly brought back out of sight again by some unseen guard. Everyone groaned; this could not be a good sign. Shortly, two cherry-red lanterns flamed up, side by side, making everyone scream and run into their homes. For on those lanterns were the sign of Tosk, the nearest warring lord. He who was wily, cunning, and rude, somehow took the castle. The thought shook the kingdom; the castle was impenetrable! Yet, it seemed as if they were proved wrong against all odds. Slowly, the kingdomers fell into a great depression, one that only the true child of royalty could obscure. Everything became black and white, life with no meaning. Tosk quickly rounded up the kingdom and made a census. Nothing would escape their notice.
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In a village on the outskirts of the kingdom, a lone horseman knocks on a wooden door. A stout, grandmotherly figure steps into the frame and gasps.
"Tato! I thought you were lost when I heard of the castle!" She then ran forward to give her grandson a motherly hug. You could see her quickly step back when a muffled cry came from within his coat. His grandmother then casually asked him, wariness straining her voice, "What do you have there, Tato?"
He replied, "The future queen of Kildenree, Mayella."
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