Post by Spirit on Mar 17, 2012 9:48:39 GMT 8
' ' Kaala Ozera , ,
Doing
In My Head
Listen Closely
I Hear You
Singing
[/center]In My Head
Listen Closely
I Hear You
Singing
Sometimes it took a lot of effort and pain, then other times, it just seemed to fall all together and was amazing, and just so much fun. Being the Queen would as anyone would expect held all lot of expectations, but after the rein of one of the most amazing queens, the spot held just that much more. The candidates that had gone for the position all had deserved it as much as everyone. They all knew the responsibility and most of them could have handled any situation. When I had stood up, I hadn’t questioned my decision to want to be the Queen, it was a dream to run a nation, and lead the people you had looked up to all your life. I knew that such a job took so much responsibility, and after the Great Vasilisa Dragomir, the position of Queen or King held so much expectation. But I had stood up and had been followed by others of my royal family. I to be honest hadn’t expected anyone to stand up for me, especially since another young man had as well.
He was from the most well-known part of the Ozera family. I had felt myself tremble as I stood up against him, in that room. No one to be honest had expected it. He had turned hateful eyes onto me, as if I was destroying his chance to be King, and well I was. It has scared me as everyone had turned their eyes onto me. But I stood there, stock still. I wanted to sit back down, I just couldn’t. Slowly people started to whisper, than a very old women stood up. My eyes softened as I saw her and I dipped my head respectfully. The boy on the other hand scowled. That seemed to be all the old lady needed before she headed over to me. She was on my side. Others seemed to see what had just happened and the man that was going for their King. They didn’t like it. They chose me.
The ground beneath my feet jolted me awake as my foot slipped on the plush red rug. I stumbled forward my arms flailing wildly, before catching myself on the wall. My hands collided with the markings on the wall paper, beautiful engravings littered the wall, it reminded me of what I was doing and what I was. Taking a deep breath I smoothed out my clothes and straightened myself up. The memories of me standing in front of them all, and getting the nomination to be Queen still followed me. I sigh regretfully. I wasn’t sure if I had made the right decision anymore. All I could feel was stress, and the guilt for every wrong choice I made. Right never seemed to be in the equation anymore. The dark rings under my eyes, never seemed to go away and it was just part of the stress that was eating away at me. I hadn’t slept properly in days. The fact that a war seemed to loom over me, did nothing to ease my soul.
I was being blamed for it all. I couldn’t handle all this. Once more I found myself scowling at the past queen, she had always seemed so calm and collected, never stressed or worked up. But that was never the case of myself, I was always stressed, or worrying. I was so tired sometimes I was amazed I could get myself up the stairs. It didn’t help that my daily training just seemed to drain me even more, or the fact that I hadn’t seen a feeder for three days now. I just never had any time. My life was a massive mess, I was going in circles. I had no way out. I had managed to make spare time today and instead of finding a feeder I had decided to take a walk, I just needed some sort of release, an escape from all the paperwork. I head down the dark halls of my home, searching for somewhere to escape, relax and enjoy myself.
