#27: Queen

***The Queen's P. O. V****

Diane, The Queen of the Werewolves, the perfect Royal... That is my title. But all forget Diane, the little girl. Ever since I became a Queen, I could not let myself be looked down or lose in the game of power, especially since, the Oberon Royalty after a millenia of staying in power had finally a weakness. Lack of power. Though the public was in support of The Oberons, it was only sympathy. The fact that the previous King and Queen had taken some decisions which really put the public in tight spot was a threat to the continuity of the Oberons. The court was in a full imbalance with people taking sides and the rebels attacking.

The Previous King and Queen, though kind, were power hungry, and wanted to establish a stronger hold in the surrounding regions. They concentrated the state funds towards the military recruiting more personnel and it had a bad influence towards the other section of people. This was a bad move considering the long term. The people would starve and the opposition would not let this opportunity go away, nor did the dragons. This was a serious issue, instead of fearing or considering the threat our neighbour kingdoms could possess, they mainly focused on the enemy who was far away, the vampires. The fight was meaningless. It was a small misunderstanding which grew into a war. But no one would stop, until the incident, the massacre of royalty occured.

I was the daughter of the prime minister, the second most powerful after the royalty. We held the borders, our region acted as the first line of defence and was very important. My father, was a loyal supporter for the royalty, though he disapproved of the drastic decisions taken by the King and Queen, he didn't forget his duty, he would always try to inflict some change in the crazy laws. Whenever I asked why he would stay loyal to the king who never worried about the consequences, he would just say, "I promised, to help my leader, I am just doing my responsibility, but I won't forget my morals, coming to the fact why I am staying, it's just that the next King, Atlas the Prince, is quite a noble minded prince. I would do anything to see that he gets the throne. ", He was a crazy fan of Atlas.

Though Atlas was a crown prince, handsome, kind and maybe the best. I never really got attracted not felt devoted to him like my father did. If it was possible, my father would build a shrine and make Atlas sit there. He would worship him and even feed him. The one who always caught my attention was the dumb Titan. The most silly prince out of all. My father would complain on how Titan would skip lessons just to go hunting. But the loud and free voice of his would always make me feel as though I was unbound by all of my responsibilities.

My father's displeasure towards Titan was very much well known in the court. But, I fell in love with him, I know he would never understand. But, I just had this weird longing. The longing to hang out with him, share stories together, and maybe forget all my responsibilities, etiquette and just be me.

The day I first met Titan was on my 10th birthday, I came to meet the Queen, as she wished to give me a present. Keeping aside the fact that their way of ruling was quite different and crazy, she was a very kind person, it must be ironical on how I am describing a war loving person as kind, but is it not possible for a soldier to love his family? This was similar to that.

The reason I was allowed to visit the Queen was because my father wanted me to get married to Atlas. It was his wish until I turned 9, Atlas declared that he had chosen his girl, and that he would only marry her. That girl was not me. From then Father stopped forcing me to visit him or try to get into debates with him, but I still visited, Atlas was a good friend to hang out with. I never met the other princes though. Father had always described them as lazy or weak. He didn't hate them, it was just that Atlas was too precious for him.

When I came in to visit the queen, there was a rather unruly boy shouting at the maid standing out of the Queen's room. He was demanding to see the Queen. But was denied entry. I came in and the door opened for me. I turned back to look at him, I somehow wanted to convey, that I was superior, that I was better, I don't know why, but I did. When I turned, his golden eyes looking at me, Before I could clearly understand what his expression was, I was sitting on a chair with the Queen in front of me, She and I had a long conversation about the new trends and how my father was a fan of Atlas. I asked her about the boy standing outside, and she smiled. She had said it was her son, Prince Titan, the dumb prince according to my father. Apparently he was being punished for breaking a rule and he came here to talk to his mum. His Punishment included not talking to his parents. Hence, he was out. She asked me to hang out with him so that he would stop spending all his day here.

I did go and introduce myself, though his features was considered the most unpopular, I really liked his golden eyes. The werewolves somehow just hated gold, gold eyes were not uncommon but it was considered as an ugly trait. His hair was also the common one, brown. A bright brown, which was the reason I couldn't recognize him immediately as a prince. Atlas had silver hair. He was unimpressed by my idea to hang out, but we both did go out to the market. I offered to buy him a real sword and that piqued his interest, The King had not let him use real swords as he might end up impaling someone.

As we were out, I began feeling weirder, a weird fun as I was annoying him. He was somehow charming and handsome. Though I was well versed in the art of sword fight, I acted like I was a dumb person as he explained about swords. It was worth it. Soon, I realized, I fell in love. I only shared my secrets with the young prince and princess, the twins, Luan and Luna.

They both would try to get Titan talk with me, but Titan would always just put a serious expression as he approached me. When the massacre incident happened, I was near the borders and came late. It was a mess, the werecats, had taken charge. It was the late King's order. Until Titan, was ready they would rule. They never changed any laws nor wrote their names onto the Royal history. They were just the acting rulers, in five years, I saw Titan again.

His face had a huge scar. A long slash over his right eye, his eyes were still golden, his expression was now like that of a tyrant and not a dumb prince. The second I saw him, I felt lost, as though the one I loved disappeared. But, I knew, I was falling in love once again, this time to a tyrant. He joked less, not less, it was rare, only when he would talk with Luan, he would smile. I had joined my father to help him in the palace duties and he was impressed by Titan's rule. That was when I asked permission to be wed to Titan. I did get a yes from Titan, but It always felt like he was just doing his duty, like, having a powerful wife would do him good in his rule but not his life.

We both were good partners but it was impossible for me to get closer. He just put up a huge wall. Well, he was of course traumatized by the attack. I was too.. Luna... and Atlas.. Kai too. The other princes and all, I.. I cried almost everyday, but I hid it, I had to. I became the best queen.

There was a secret, that only Titan knew. The fact that I had been getting prophetic dreams, since the incident, At first I pushed it away thinking it was just a crazy coincidence.. but it wasn't.

All my dreams came true, And since last month, I had been getting the same dream. A dream filled with Angels, and me having a family with Titan, him leaning on me as we looked at our daughter shout 'I want swords! ' It was sweet but it was not the end, a change of scene, and the whole ground was filled with blood, at first, I saw Luna, with a huge sword pierced into her heart as she was still sleeping, then Luan dead and lying on the ground, my child too... All of my maids and even me, lying on the ground with blood all over. I looked at myself in the mirror and the one in the mirror was a masked woman, with a black scarf covering her face, a large flowing white gown and her blood red hair.