...'old.' He is only thirty-six. But remember
what I've already said, sweetie: the first born is
revered as the 'true ruler.' And because I had been born first
but later renounced my title, and then had you with your father . . .
that responsibility . . . that right had passed onto you .
Basically what the gist is, due to the mere fact of my having been
born, even well before that, my destiny had long since been set in
stone to be a freaking queen. Just wonderful.I
know, I know. It really isn't fair to dump all of this
onto you like this, especially when you have only a few months
to make your official, final decision on whether or not you want
to actually be queen one day, Mom said, studying my utterly
surprised and queasy expression I had then plastered onto my face due
to her previous news.But
then, a small ray of hope began to shine through this darkened
nightmare when my brain had managed to focus on the fact that my mom
had also just said that I apparently had a choice. And yeah, why the
hell not? She had chosen to ditch her role as queen. Of course, she
also had her brother to more or less act as her scapegoat. I'm not so
lucky in that front.So
I asked, W-wait . . . You mean I honestly and true have a choice
in all of this? I mean, I don't have to be queen or princess or any
of that? I can just say no?Mom,
I guess, wasn't expecting me to say this, because s...