AnotidaMandemwa

[WSA 2024 Entry]
Everyone is playing a regal game. Everyone except Lucia (who probably should).

After her father faced accusations of trying to seize the throne from his father and king, he was exiled along with his family. They were no longer royalty, but his wife would not have it. She was friends with the queen of Vershia and used that to her advantage. Her two older daughters were the right age to marry the two princes, and she would make that happen come what may.

That became a problem when the oldest daughter was ignored by the crown prince, who formed a friendship with the youngest of the girls. There was still hope; Lucia could become the future queen. But Lucia was not groomed for this role. She did not want to live for the type of marriage she could snag. She did not want to take the man who had been planned for her sister.

But that’s the thing with plans, isn’t it? She never planned to fall in love with the man, and there she was: an unwilling participant in the regal games. Would she capture the crown? How would everything affect her relationship with her sister? Was there ever pleasing her mother?

Regal Games

Lucia let the maid direct them to their suites. The Queen had put them adjacent to each other. She thought it would make them more comfortable. She was right. Lucia would have been much less comfortable if she had been far away from her sister.

"Miss Lucia Handhoff," the maid said as she stopped in front of a set of doors.

"This is your suite," she opened the doors and stood aside.

"Thank you," Lucia said as she got into the room.

She turned to see the maid and her sister looking at her.

"If you need anything please use the telephone," the maid said her face stern, "Call one, nine, seven."

"I will do that, Lucia responded with a soft polite smile, "Thank you."

She was glad she managed to keep the yawn back.

Why did the slightest hint of travelling sap the energy out of her?

Mutual Feeling