Queen Laetitia (2)

(From Laetitia's Perspective)

I had become the Queen at the age of twenty-four after my brother's death. My age was very close to the King of Querencia who was just a few months older than me. So, since my childhood, I liked him. My liking towards him was based on the fact that he was more handsome than anyone I had ever seen. 

But it was not just him that I liked. I just liked handsome men in general; perhaps I liked him more than other men, so I proposed to him. I knew I was being forceful, yet I did that. It was very embarrassing to remember, so if I could forget that part of my life, I would. 

It must be because I was too young that I made that kind of choice. 

I had seen the Queen of Querencia from afar at the banquet. I could not bring myself to go and greet her because I was jealous, seeing King Demetrius smiling at her and treating her as if she was something very precious to him.