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Royal by maraudertimes
Chapter 2 : 'Bloody Royals'
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“Carolyn, I am her father. I do not think that this decision is best for Marielle!”

I stamped my foot childishly. “Eurgh! Father, this isn’t some sort of joke. These people are real! Magic is real! If she is like them, then she should get the best education she can.”

“Carolyn,” he said, his voice dangerously low and his eyes flashing with anger, “I don’t want to hear any more of this. The discussion is over and my answer is final.”

I stamped my foot once more and sat down on one of the chairs, crossing my arms. My father mirrored me, glaring at me from a far more uncomfortable chair. Well hah, father, I thought vindictively. I’m the queen and the queen gets the comfy chair.

I pouted un-royally but didn’t break the stare. It was a battle of who would give up first, and I was not going to back down. Then again, my stubbornness did come from him, so this might go on for a while, so I was thankful when Chancellor Evans came between us and dropped stacks of paper down in front of me on the desk.

“I’m sorry for the interruption, Your Highness, but the paperwork doesn’t stop and neither can you,” she said, glancing nervously between my father and me.

I nodded curtly. “That’s not a problem Chancellor Evans. My father and I have just reached a decision anyways. Please call for a press conference.”

“A press conference, Your Highness?”

“Yes,” I said as I stared defiantly at my father. “Marielle will be attending Hogwarts in September and we must address the issue so as not to cause discomfort or lack of trust within the nation.”

My father’s nostrils flared and he stood up, taking a threatening step towards me. “CAROLYN! I am her father and you will listen to me. She will not be going to this school, hundreds of kilometres away.”

“Why not? So you can keep her in our castle, without the possibility of making friends, the only teaching she’ll get from a handful of tutors that you deem acceptable?”

“I don’t like that tone young lady. And yes, that is exactly what I want. I want my daughter safe from harm.”

I snorted. “No, you want to shelter her like you did with me. News flash, I’m her sister. I know what she’ll want.”

“Well I’m her father,” he sniffed, as childishly as I was behaving. “And I know what’s best for her.”

“NO YOU DON’T!” I shouted, slamming my fist down on the desk and standing up to face him. The absence of my mandated public appearance heels made the height difference between us clear, but I didn’t back down. “Ever since mum died, you pulled me out of private school and have kept me in this God forsaken castle, cooped up like a bird in a cage. I can’t remember the last time I actually talked to someone my age. I’m the bloody queen of a bloody country and I have no friends. My only confidant is Chancellor Evans, who’s not only twice as old as me but also distantly related to me.” I sighed, reigning in my anger. “I don’t resent you for your decisions after Marielle was born and mum… and mum passed, but I will not subject Marielle to that same prison. She will go to this school, whether or not you like it. Get that through your skull.”

My father glared at me, his teeth grinding against each other. “Carolyn, I will not have you speak to me like that. I am her father. You are just her 19 year old sister.”

“Oh really?” I laughed, giving up all notions of politeness and cordiality in face of my annoyance with him. “Because it seems to me that I’m the fucking queen of a nation. Her nation. And she’s the Crown Princess. Do you honestly believe that I will have no say in where she goes?”

We stared at each other for a moment, my poisonous words seeping deep into his mind. I had never sworn in front of my father before. I had actually never sworn ever. After mum died and I was immediately put into rush training, they taught me that swearing was un-royal and un-ladylike. I had also never pulled rank like that. For a moment I thought he was going to start screaming at me and I was going to scream right back, but Chancellor Evans stepped between us.

“Stop this folly, now!” She ordered, her eyes dark. “Mr. Wright, unfortunately I cannot have you behave this way towards Her Highness. Your Highness, unfortunately I cannot have you be so rude and condescending to your father.  Both of you are seen as highly remarkable and logical people in Avalyn, yet you both fail to ask yourselves one thing.”

I looked at Chancellor Evans confusedly and saw my father do the same. She rolled her eyes and I could’ve sworn I heard her mutter ‘Bloody royals’ under her breath.

“What does Marielle want?”


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