With a poof, a reptile the size of your dog stood where Rex was just a moment ago. He licked your hand then started flying circles around you. "Alright, now that's pretty cool," you admit.
Within a few moments your herald returns with a number of other servants, among them a butler who announces dinner will be ready soon, "but first, your Majesties, I advise going to your rooms to relax. I understand you must be stressed after such a long journey." Right, the explanation in-universe for your sudden arrival was that the royal family was returning from a trip to foreign lands.
A maid, your "lady-in-waiting" in fact, showed you to your room, with Rex following behind in flight. It was large and luxurious; filled with everything a princess would want. Except, you weren't sure that you wanted such things. "Er, milady," you said, not sure how to address your own servant, "what is your name again?" "Rochelle, your highness." "Rochelle; could you, ah, help me get ready for dinner?" You were embarrassed to ask, but if you were going to be a princess, you'd need someone to help you navigate things like makeup and dresses; and you were not going to do something as embarrassing as asking your sister for help. She'd never let you live it down. "Of course, your highness!" Your maid exclaimed, and quickly began work doing your hair and makeup.
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Meanwhile, as King Mark was heading to his room he was stopped by the Royal Chancellor, named Theodore, who explained, "your Majesty, while you were away the Elves delivered an ultimatum; surrender our lands or go to war."
Mark nodded. So this must be what the brochure meant when it promised medieval fantasy politics simulation. "That sounds bad. What can we do?"
"Well sire," the Chancellor replied, "I doubt you wish to give up our kingdom, so I see only two choices. Either we go to war alone, or we arrange a marriage between one of your family to one of the neighboring kingdoms' royal families in order to gain allies. But, you are the King and the decision is yours alone."
Mark was now conflicted. He didn't want to lose the war; who knows how realistic this simulation gets. But, on the other hand, could he really send one (or possibly more) of his children off to be married?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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