Blood in the Wind ★ A Story

golden-stories · #1 Jan. 18, 2021 20:22:11

DISCLAIMER! I have decided to share this story for a friend of mine but I am still very weary of plagiarism. I have a deep EXTREME fear of plagiarism!!! PLEASE, do not copy this in any way, shape, or form. Do not put it in a document or even write a story heavily inspired by it!! I literally am not kidding about my fear of plagiarism, it's bad. If I even get any sense this is being plagiarised in ANY way I may close edit the posts and delete all chapters!!! PLEASE, please, please, do not copy this AT ALL!!!!!!

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golden-stories · #2 Jan. 18, 2021 20:26:06

chapter 1
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Wind blows my hair, my cheeks pink from the crisp, October air. My horse, Misty, gallops through the field, striking the ground with her hooves. Misty’s short, coarse hair scratches my legs despite me having a dress on.
“Miss Alexandra, the Queen has called you to dinner.” Mr. Hudson, the stables manager, calls out to me. I smile, slowing Misty down.
“Come on, Misty!” I order, lightly kicking her side; she trots over to Mr. Hudson. He helps me down with a white-gloved hand, then turns to take Misty to the stables.
“Thank you, Mr. Hudson.” I say politely. He turns around, nodding, turning back around briskly. I smile, walking towards the castle. A fog seems to surround the castle, leaves swirling through the wind. I walk into the castles, hurrying to my room to change out of my riding boots and into a dress for dinner. Mrs. King, the housemaid, gets quite annoyed when I track mud through the house but I always end up doing it. Mrs. King has always kept the house perfectly clean, glimmering and pristine, she always tells me to keep the house clean but the most she does if I dirty up the house is give me a quick scolding. Nonetheless, I try my best to not make too big of a mess, not wanting to make Mrs. King work harder than she already does.
I pull on a nicer, dinner dress, much more pleasant than my riding clothes. I comb my hair, forcing the hair brush through matted tangles from riding. I jump at the sound of a brisk, knock on the door.
“Princess, would you like me to escort you to dinner.” a voice says from outside the door. I smile at the voice, recognizing the voice as Ella-Mae’s, she’s my “ladies maid”, as well as the youngest worker in the castle.
“Thank you, you can go on, and please call me Alexandra.” I say, smiling, I find I mindlessly walked over to the door and pressed my cheek to the doorframe.
“Yes, Princess.” she says, ignoring my last statement, her footsteps echo through the hall as she walks away. I draw back from the door, placing my hairbrush on the dresser. I open the door, slipping into the hall and to the dining hall.
The dining hall is a large room with towering, golden ceilings and a single table in the middle of the hall. When parties take place here the table is lined with meals and side dishes, however, the only thing on the table now is a tray of chicken and a bowl with a salad.
Mother is seated in her seat, her hands folded over the napkin in her lap. Father is cutting the chicken, placing slices on Mother and I's plates. I walk over to the table, taking a seat in one of the wooden, velvet padded chairs.
“Hello, Mother.” I say delicately. With the servants and maids I can talk to them differently than I do with Mother and Father. I know they'll never say a word if I splash through the mud on a rainy day with them but if I did with Mother and Father I'd get an unpleasant, stern talking to.
“Hello, Alexandra.” Mother says sweetly. She slides something off the table and hands it to me. It's a white envelope with a wax seal of the Southern Kingdom. “Read this.” I open the envelope and draw out a piece of pale white paper. In a cursive handwriting is a short paragraph. I read it over, ‘Dear, Alexandra Elizabeth Edwin, you are being invited to Queen Marietta’s wedding. Please arrive one day before the ceremony begins. With Love, Queen Marietta.’.

I hand Mother the note, wide-eyed with astonishment. “A wedding?!” I blurt out, standing up with a great force.
“Alexandra Elizabeth Edwin! Sit down and please do not shout.” Mother says, pulling me lightly into my seat. “Yes. A wedding.” she continues after a moment of silence.
“Who even is Queen Marietta, why am I being invited to the wedding?” I ask heavily.
Mother sighs, “You will be the next queen and Queen Marietta is your cousin.” I stare at her in awe.
“I have a cousin?” I retort. Mother nods solemnly. “Besides, I’m thirteen. I can’t go to the Southern Kingdom alone!” I argue, baffled by the sudden events.
“I’ll be coming with you, and just a few months from now you’ll be fourteen.” she says, the look in her eyes tells me to calm down but I can’t. My mind is chaotic, thoughts running in all different directions, my temples pound.
I let out a staggered breath, trying to not scream. But all I want to do is scream, rip the tablecloth off the table, despite my anger, I try to look as calm as possible though I can feel my face reddening. The castle is private but who knows what could slip to the townspeople.
I finally manage to speak, “I’m not going. You can go, you’re the queen.” I protest in a shout.
“You will be queen in a few years, you will go. Accompanied by me.” she says, her voice stiff and demanding.
“Four and a half years.” I contend forcefully. My blood is boiling, I’m so close to screaming my throat hurts from holding shouts of anger back.
“That means you must start preparing to rule a kingdom, it is unlike any other job you could think of. People must see you as strong and independent.” she states, ignoring my deadly glare.
“If I’m so independent, why are you coming with me? If I am a strong thirteen-year-old why must I need my mother for support?” I argue defiantly. I look over at Father, he’d normally butt in when age and responsibilities come into play but instead he remains seated. Nodding at sentences and remaining perfectly emotionless at others.
“Father,” I plead, “aren’t I too young to be in such a high position already.” I say, trying my best to sound less like a toddler and more like a girl who has good reasons for things.
He shakes his head. “Alexandra, you are coming closer to being queen, perhaps you should start acting less like a princess and more like queen.” he states, completely against me, I can see it in his stiff gaze.
“Your Father is right, you should be more mature, I became queen when I was just sixteen years old. If something happens to me you’d be queen, your Father only married into royalty, he could not take the throne.” she says, I can tell she is trying to end this conversation. “I will escort you to the Southern Kingdom but you will act as future queen. None of my guidance.” her tone ends the argument itself. I stare at her, her soothing voice almost calming me, but tension still sits in my chest.
I let out a scoff and hurry out of the room. “May I be excused?” I shout back, already pretty much out of the room.
“Alexandra-!” Mother starts but quickly stopping, “Yes. We leave in two days.” she continues. I run down the hall to my room.
I throw myself onto my bed, all my despair weighing down in my chest. I allow myself to process my thoughts one by one. How could she? I think, slightly mumbling, I’m thirteen, not nearly old enough to be acting as future-queen at a big wedding. That’s when it hits me, this wedding isn’t just someone marrying into a royal family, not even as a queen or king. This wedding creates an alliance against the Southern Kingdom, Mother’s sister, Duchess Sophie, is marrying the king of the Southern Kingdom, they will unite the two kingdoms.
I scoff, And I have to go. Not the queen, but, the future queen has to be attending the party especially. I let out a long sigh, slipping off my shoes and falling asleep, still in my dress.

“Miss, Miss.” someone says, shaking me awake. I yawn and look up to see Ella-Mae above me. “It’s time for your riding lessons with Mr. Hudson, then you are expected in the dining room.” she says. I sit up wearily. Ella-Mae takes several steps back, I find she’s holding my riding dress.
“Thank you,” I stand, taking the brown dress from her hands. She nods and hurries out of the room with a quick curtsy. I wait until she is no longer in my room, then change into the dress, placing the dress I’m currently wearing on my bed. I walk out of my room after combing my hair and putting on my riding boots.
I walk outside to the field where Mr. Hudson gives me riding lessons. He is waiting with Misty in the field. It’s sunny out today, the sky cloudless. A soft breeze tickles my cheeks merrily, like hands brushing my cheeks. The events of the previous evening melt away as I walk over to Mr. Hudson and hoist myself onto Misty’s back. I straighten my back, she copies me, I can feel her spine straighten beneath me.
“Good Morning, Alexandra.” Mr. Hudson says beaming. He is a tall man who always wears fancy suits and white gloves.
“Good Morning, Mr. Hudson. Lovely day, isn’t it?” I reply with a smile, stroking Misty’s coarse mane.
“Yes it is, perfect for riding.” he agrees. I smile, most royals learn to ride a horse but Mr. Hudson had been teaching me for several years now as a hobby.
I lightly kick Misty’s side, commanding her to start at a trot. I kick her again, urging her into a jog. I stay there for a while, letting Misty run in circles.
“Good!” Mr. Hudson call, “Bring her to a run!” he shouts, his deep voice echoes throughout the sky. I kick Misty once again, she comes into a run. I beam, wind whistles past my ears. The world and all its problems and possessions melt away. All worries and triumphs, all fails, every act of the world is gone. The sky shines a maya blue onto my face, sun shines on my golden hair. Misty neighs, slowing down slowly, only to regain speed. Misty starts weaving through the field is what seems like no order.
Father used to tell me stories of knights battling fire-breathing dragons in far away lands and princesses in towers and in need of rescue with long, pure golden locks. The fairy tales of talking pigs and magical enchantresses seemed so close to my heart and they still do. Like dreams that could easily have been real, the magic, the evil, the good, the noble nights, the damsels in distress, they were magic I’ve started to forget, and whenever I ride Misty, they come flooding back. The wind in my ears, the sunny skies, the feeling of power as if I could do anything. I could live my own fairytale. Pure magic floods through my arms and legs. My cheeks rosy from the rushing, wind. I can see every little detail of the Eastern Kingdom, I can hear every little pad of an animals feet on the ground, I can smell every scent of the kitchens pastries and the tree’s perfumes, I can feel every little strand of Misty’s short hair, and all of it belongs to me. Suddenly being queen sounds amazing, going to a fancy wedding sounds fun, everything is perfect. No worries, no hurting wounds, no painful gazes, just pure magic. My childhood, my future, my present. Everything is mine, and everything is amazing.
I let Misty fall into a trot, pulling me out of my sense of childlike wonder. I look over to where Mr. Hudson is still standing, watching me. He smiles, telling me everything he needs to with one look. I smile in return, kicking Misty two times, falling back down the hole of magic I realize I’ve been yearning to experience as she starts running through the wind.

“Thank you.” I say as Mr. Hudson helps me down from Misty’s bare back. The ground is soft beneath my feet.
“Of course. You did excellent out there, you seemed very happy.” he says smiling.
“Yes.” I say simply, nodding. I wave to him and walk into the castle. The scent of wax and roses fills my nose. I remember I need to get to the dining room; I rush to my room and change into the dress Ella-Mae must’ve replaced the one on my bed with. I gather the dress into my hands, tiptoeing to the dining room.
Inside, Mother is sitting at the large, wooden, dining table. I walk over to her, still joyed from the riding lessons.
“Hello dear. Please sit.” she says in a much softer tone that last night.
“Yes, Mother.” I sit down quickly, trying not to seem to thrilled. She smiles at me, glancing at my feet, then into my green eyes,
“Well, we leave tomorrow, Ella-Mae will pack for you if you’d like, or she can just like.” I nod, “At the wedding parties I expect you to talk to everyone, including Queen Marietta, and try to act as a queen would.”
Hoping not to start another argument, I answer with a simple, brisk nod. Mother gives a small smile but her gaze quickly turns back to stone.
She continues, “Today you have nothing else planned, I hope you would write a letter to Queen Marietta accepting the invitation.” she slowly states.
“But, isn’t our presence requested?” I ask in the kindest voice I can manage.
“Your presence is requested, being the future queen of the very kingdon Queen Marietta is creating an alliance with. But you still are also requested to write a letter confirming your presence.” she stands. “Now, hurry to your room and get ready.” she walks off. I let out a huge breath of both relief and stress.
My room is quite large with pale beige walls and redwood floors. Two red velvet curtains are drawn to show the field and forests surrounding the castle. Across from my canopy bed, there is a wooden desk with a pot of ink, a piece of worn parchment and a feather pen lying on the paper. Next to the writing tools, lies a small pot of light, reddish pink lipstick. I walk to the desk and sit down, sliding my feet out of my shoes. I scoot the chair back, the sound of the legs scraping against the wood rings through the air, I then pull open the drawer, replacing the feather pen and ink pot with a fountain pen given to me from Father for my birthday the past year.
I smooth out the parchment and start writing, ‘Dearest, Marietta…’ I write, quickly drawing a new piece of parchment from the drawer, I didn’t even know I had a cousin until last night, far too little time to be using ‘Dearest’ and not addressing her as ‘Queen’. I push the previous piece of parchment aside and into the trash. ‘Dear Queen Marietta,…’ I restart. Pleased, I continue with the letter.

AikSid495 · #3 Jan. 18, 2021 21:17:50

This is amazing! Keep up the fantastic work!

lovely-golden · #4 Jan. 18, 2021 23:20:19

AikSid495 wrote:
This is amazing! Keep up the fantastic work!

Thank You! OMG! This is amazing! I… my…. eee! I've always wanted people to read my writing, omg, thank you! This means so much! I can't believe someone I don't know personally has read my writing, my story.!! wow. sorry. but thank you! ee

SunsetArtist1 · #5 Jan. 19, 2021 15:44:16

This is really great! I love your use of words and the story line. I can't wait for more story to come out- I'll keep reading! Wait you'll post more right? Don't leave me hanging on the cliff (don't end with a cliffhanger). Remember to do things that make you happy, and keep writing <3

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lovely-golden · #6 Jan. 19, 2021 17:54:12

SunsetArtist1 wrote:
This is really great! I love your use of words and the story line. I can't wait for more story to come out- I'll keep reading! Wait you'll post more right? Don't leave me hanging on the cliff (don't end with a cliffhanger). Remember to do things that make you happy, and keep writing <3

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! This means so much to me, people like my writing and it isn't some random pieceeeee!!!! This…. ahhhh…. thank you!!! and yes, chap. 2 is about quater way done, the Northern Kingdom awaits Her Highness, Princess and Future Queen of the Eastern Kingdom, Alexandra Victoria Edwin eeeeeeeeeee

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