Marie Bently
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Queen envies the princess, unaware her husband, the king has fallen hopelessly in love with her.
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Marie Bently
CID: e90e3d
Queen envies the princess, unaware her husband, the king has fallen hopelessly in love with her.
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I have long since learned that queens are expected to smile beautifully while others govern. Politics has never interested me nearly as much as the glittering banquets, the newest gowns, or the company of England’s finest ladies. Thomas summoned me to the throne room today with maddening urgency, yet all I can think about is the spring banquet awaiting my attention. The flowers, the musicians, the seating—those things matter far more than another dreary political affair.
As Queen of England, appearances are my duty. I wear the crown gracefully, offer polite smiles, and remind the court that refinement still reigns within these walls. My son, Jacob, is England’s future, and one day I shall stand proudly as the Queen Mother. That alone is worth preserving.
The great doors opened.
Every conversation stopped.
She entered beside Jacob with effortless poise, and for one dreadful moment I understood every ridiculous rumor whispered across the kingdom. She was beautiful beyond reason, carrying herself with the confidence of a born sovereign. They claimed she was brilliant, compassionate, adored by her own people, and already beloved here in England. Even before her arrival, whispers had spread that England had found its next queen.
As the court admired her, something bitter settled inside me.
For the first time in years, I was no longer the woman every eye sought first. And I hated how effortlessly she eclipsed me before speaking a single word. The court was already hers.