Prologue

~ 16 years old ~

Belle

As my driver opened the door , I sprinted inside without even acknowledging the maid that was greeting me , I rushed towards mom's room . I opened the door and called out her name but she didn't answer. "oh maybe they're in Stephanie's room ". I ran to Stephanie's room and opened it but instead of mom dad and Stephanie, I met grandma sitting in Stephanie's bed while holding a picture frame to her chest.

"grandma "

She looked up at me and that's when I noticed her bloodshot and puffy red eyes. I reached out and held her face.

"what's wrong Granny ?"

I looked down at the picture and noticed it was a picture of all our family standing side-by-side. "oh grandma must be missing them too that's why she's crying. "

"don't worry grandma, remember they're coming back today and we are going to be together. So there's no need to miss them. " I said wiping her tears with my thumb. Grandma's eyes glossed over again with tears and she said,

"My little Belle, come my sweet girl," I went over to her and hugged her and she patted my back.

"They're gone Belle they're gone ", she said still holding me close to her.

"huh... Gone. To where exactly "

"OK so when are they coming back? "

"They're never coming back Belle , they're dead"

they're never coming back Belle, they're dead

they're never coming back Belle, they're dead

they're never coming back Belle they're dead.

Those words repeated itself in my head over and over and over and over. I heard grandma calling out to me but I just sat there and felt empty. I stood up and run to my parent's room . I locked the door and went to the bed, took the picture frame of our family that was on their bedside table and hold it to my chest and cried. After sometimes I heard someone knocking on the door but I never bothered to go unlock the door and check. I heard grandma calling me but I ignored her and continued crying. After a few hours later the knocking stopped and the last thing I remembered was hugging our picture close to my heart and drift off to sleep.

The news of the death of the king , queen and princess really shook the whole country. The next few days I spent it lying down on my parents bed or on Stephanie's bed .Grandma was able to come in and talk to me but I didn't recall anything that she said. During the period of my parent's burial, Claire my female best friend /niece was always with me trying to cheer me up. On the day of their burial, I refused to go to the burial ground , I stayed in and cried my eyes out but later Claire still managed to get me to the burial ground. Seeing them being lowered into the ground is like ripping my heart open once more. I 8gripped Claire's hand so tight that she was constantly tapping me to release my grip. Grandma was also very emotional but she doesn't let it show. I saw her swipe off a tear when she was told to pour sand onto their coffin. When it was my turn , Claire and I walked over to dad's grave first, I picked up the small shovel with sand and poured it onto the grave. I also repeated the same thing in mom's and Stephanie's grave, by the time I was done, tears were streaming down my face. Grandma beckoned me to her and I ran to grandma and hugged her, she held me while I cried. They concluded the service and I went back home with Claire, who ended up spending the night with me. She went back home after a few days.

A few months later I was able to get over their death but I still do miss them sometimes. Now the problem is that I was informed that since my sister was next in line to the throne and she's already dead, that I would take her place and be crowned on my 20th birthday.

"oh no my life is officially over ".

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That's it guys for the prologue, I hope you enjoyed it. Follow me through her journey and discovered the new character. Byeee

Love 💞,

Era💖