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There were many privileges to being the child of royalty - even more so to the youngest child. As the youngest child, Alexandro did not have to worry about the responsibility of becoming a king. When his father died, the throne would pass to Alexandro's older sister. In the meantime, he was free to pursue a number of diversions. There was hunting, swordplay, riding, and archery to keep him busy, while the entertainment at court filled in the slow times. He shouldn't have had much to worry about.

So it was this day, when Alexandro emerged from his room after a hot bath, following a morning of sparing practice. At 17, Alexandro was a handsome young man. He retained many of his childish looks, but his body was athletically toned with a tasteful balance of muscle and fat. He had jet black hair, evenly tanned skin, and blue eyes. He still had a very boyish look about him. He felt rather refreshed after his bath. He smiled brightly and cheerfully as he passed his sister's quarters. She was his oldest and dearest friend, who had been there with him for as long as he could remember. She was his mentor and his playmate. He wondered how she had spent her morning.​
 
Though there were privileges of being a child from the royal family, but if you were next in line for the throne, you might as well kiss life goodbye. There was so much to learn and remember. Beatrice didn't want to be the next in line for the throne, but had no choice if her father and mother became ill out of no where she'd have to take the throne. She was taught how to rule the kingdom with care. She knew how to ride side saddle, proper manners, pose and grace, reading and wrighting and much more. 

Beatrice has blossomed into a beautiful young woman of 21. She took after her mother's genes, Bea had dark red curls with black intwined, her skin was pale and fair, crystal blue eyes, her body was a hour glass shape, she was an average thin, her waist showing her hour glass shape most often wearing corsets with her dresses. By law she should have married at the latest 3 years ago. But she was busy with her studies which the King and Queen viewed more important than her getting wed. This morning she and several knights rode through the kingdom. When she returned her servant had drawn a bath for her, she relaxed within the water for awhile. Before she finished washing herself. 
When she was finished she dried and started to dress which she needed assistance tying her corset. After her hair dried she figured she'd take a shirt rest before heading down to breakfast sitting on a cushioned chair.
 
Alexandro knocked on his sister's door. Somehow, he knew she was already back from her morning ride, and that she was in there.

"Bea?" he called out. "Are you done in there, or did you go back to sleep?" His question was in good-nature. Alexandro was not the kind of brother to pester his sister for no reason. He did hope she was at least decent. He didn't want to disturb her while she was dressing or bathing. He didn't like it when anyone - not her nor his own servants - disturbed him in his bath or dressing room.​
 
Beatrice heard the knock on her door and looked up and waited to see if they spoke. As soon as she heard 'Bea' she knew it was her brother. "Come on in Alex, I'm all finished." She called back, she was comfortable in her chair, but she stood and opened the door for him. She loved when her brother came to see her it was just nice it was one of the times she didn't have to talk about ruling a kingdom. In the aspect of bathing they were the same, they didn't like to be disturbed, unfortunately Beatrice didn't always have a choice in that manner, being next in line she needed to be ready for anything.
 
Alexandro gave his sister a warm hug - a habit of his from when he was a small boy.

"Have a good ride this morning?" he asked. Sometimes he missed his sister's companionship, as she had so many other things to worry about, being the future queen and all. He always liked spending time with one another. "I hope you've worked up an appetite, because I sure have."​
 
Beatrice embraced her brother's warm hug, she loved them. Beatrice was a close and friendly person, she lived hugs and being around people. "Yes, indeed I did, though it's the same as every morning. Nothing new seems to happen. On the same roads and trails that we take." She stated there was so much work at times she wished she was still a child without all of the responsibilities. She did miss the time her and her brother shared, they try to make time but it is often difficult there was always so much to do in a day. "Yes I have, I didn't eat before riding so I'm quite hungry. Shall you go to breakfast?" she asked with a soft smile.
 
Alexandro chuckled as he released his sister.

"I think that would be great idea," he said, with a somewhat jocular tone. Being younger than her and without as much riding on his shoulders had made him a bit childish and immature. He sometimes found himself mocking the formal speech his parents and thier advisors were trying to drill into Beatrice. He held out his arm, as though he were preparing to escort a partner at a royal ball. He straightened his posture and threw back his shoulders. His boyish demeanor made his actions seem almost comical, in a cute sort of way.​
 
Beatrice smiled and nodded at her brother, she was ment to be lady like and have prefect posture. Proper speech was one of her many studies, granted she disliked it. She knew how to speak but this was being brought to a different level. Beatrice giggled at her brother softly as he held his arm out to her. She placed her arm in his, accepting it, he brother looked so cute, she couldn't refuse. "Then let us go."
 
Alexandro chuckled at his sister's deliberate use of formal speech. He was so glad he was the youngest. He didn't have to put up with this stuff. Like a gentleman, he lead her down to the dining hall. They had scarcely arrived, when thier parents approached them. The King and Queen were good, loving parents - though thier formal duties and King and Queen made them somewhat distant. However, thier adherence to tradition and protocol made them annoying at best, and overbearing and strict at worst.

"Good morning, mother, father," Alexandro said with a pleasant smile.

"Good morning Alexandro, Beatrice," thier mother said. The king nodded politely, which unnerved Alexandro. Whenever he did that, Alexandro knew his father was deep in thought over something. Alexandro hoped it wasn't anything too terrible. But he couldn't get over an uneasy feeling he had creeping up on him.​
 
Beatrice looked at her brother, quickly tightening her face before sticking out her tongue. Then acting like it never happened knowing he was laughing at her and they way she had to speak. Beatrice went along with her brother, descending the stairs, with proper pose and grace. 

Beatrice smiled warmly at her parents, "Good Morning Mother, Good Morning Father." Beatrice said politely. She noticed her father in thought. "Is everything alright father?" She asked concerned with a soft smile. 
 
The King and Queen exchanged looks with one another, then returned thier gaze to thier children.

"Perhaps we should discuss this in a little more private setting," the King advised. He and the queen sheparded thier children to the privacy of the king's study. Once inside, he bade them sit down. Alexandro gave a worried glance at his sister. Something in his father's tone and actions was setting him ill at ease.

"Perhaps I have been more lax than I should have been," the King began. "Beatrice, you should have been wed when you were 18. I allowed that deadline to pass because I figured you had enough on your plate already, and didn't need the extra burden of choosing a husband. I suppose I also thought you'd find someone in your own good time. As for you, Alexandro, I know you aren't in any hurry to be married off. You're not even 18 yet. There was no rush. Unfortunately, things have changed.

"I don't know how much you know about the New Lands. The countries there have been trying for years to gain a foothold here. Fortunately for the smaller kingdoms, ours is the only one with the strength to stand up to the New Lands and earn thier respect. Lately, though, two countries in the New Lands have been becoming more competative and violent: Marinia and Sierria. Already, thier emissaries and merchants have become more pushy and demanding. They hope to outcompete one another for trade with our kingdom and our weaker neighbors. My advisors and I fear they may bring thier fight here, possibly even sending soldiers to 'protect' thier assets, if not outright conquer us so they can simply demand tribute instead of trade.

"We can't fight off either Sierria or Marinia on our own, and have no chance against both of them combined. Our neighbors are no better - I don't have to remind you that they look to us to keep the New Lands at bay. Our only option is to forge an alliance with either Sierria or Marinia; or with one of the other nations in the New Lands who is already friendly with one of them. And you both know that an alliance by marriage is more potent than an alliance on paper. Therefore, the two of you are to be married off: Beatrice, you will take for a consort a lesser prince of the New Lands. Alexandro, you will marry into a noble or royal family from the New Lands."

Alexandro's mouth dropped open. He could barely believe his ears. He hadn't yet thought of marriage - especially a marriage for political purposes. He'd thought his father's kingdom was above such petty nonesense as political manuvouring with rival states.​
 
Beatrice keeping her posture watching her parents. Then moved along as they were lead to their fathers study. Beatrice looked at her brother as he looked at her she was just as concerned unsure if what this was about. 

Beatrice listened to her father closely as he spoke about how she should have already married. Things were changing, and she hadn't known of this until now. 
"I've known about the footholds they want to have, but not if this competition between the two lands." She had stated this was not sounding good. Beatrice listened intently to her father noting the saddened look on their mothers face. As soon as he finished her eyes grew wide as she looked between the two, in disbelief. "Father I've not time to hunt for a husband, since the age of twelve I've been learning how to run this kingdom..." She stated she was outraged and hurt, "I couldn't look for a suitor, being so engrossed with my my studies." Beatrice stated bluntly. "Mother!? Father!? Please....I will not, I refuse to marry one of them! You cannot make me...." At this point She stood up."I don't care if it is high treason...nor do I care if I hang or beheaded for it....I will not be pushed out of my Kingdom!!" Beatrice was hurt and rash, unable to think clearly at the present moment. 
 
"Father!" protested Alexandro. "Bea and I aren't pawns! We're your children! There has to be some other way. Can't we just let the people in the New Lands fight each other till they drop dead?"

"Bea, Alex, listen to us," thier mother said. "Your father and I are just as enthusiastic about this as you are. We'd hoped diplomacy-by-marriage was dead, but we've tried everything, as did your grandmother and her predecessors. We didn't want it to come to this."

"Beatrice, you're over reacting," said the king. "Consider this a means to continue your studies. Don't make my advisors and I choose for you. If I have to stoop that low to ensure that my daughter doesn't become the first queen of this land to be dragged off to Bluevale or Bayside in chains, I will. And like you, Alexandro: I would like to just leave the New Lands to thier own devices. But the danger they'll take thier fight here is very real. I cannot put this kingdom in that sort of jeopardy."

"But this is outrageous!" Alexandro gasped. He no longer felt hungry. He felt furious. He drew himself closer to his sister. "I'm with Bea. You can't make me marry against my will."​
 
Beatrice's face held a look of shock and nearly dumbfounded. "Over reacting? No my dear father, I think I'm acting quite appropriately. Were you forced to a new land and forced to marry one another, No from what I remember the story wasn't like that at all. You had a marvelous wedding, both extremely happy and in love, not for the sanity of a kingdom...." Beatrice began to rant this was it life as she knew it was over, no matter what she did she'd be forced to marry whether she liked them or not, but she wasn't going down without a fight or without being heard.

"A chance to finish my studies? Are you thinking that through? Father.  I won't have time for my lessons or studies if I'm married, especially to one of those New Land barbarians. Then chain me now father for that's the only why you'll get me to marry one of them. Again I don't care if I hang for it...." She finished for the most part and sat down with her brother, staying close to him. She sat there and tried her hardest not to cry, she had never defied or had spoken to her parents as such, but this struck a nerve. Plus she was taught not to cry in public, when things became hard face them head on but she missed her childhood wanted the simpler days.  
 
The king looked as though he were about to say more, but the queen stopped him.

"I think they need some time to absorb the news," she said to him. "They're obviously upset and in shock; and nothing we say is going to change that." She ushered her husband out of the room, leaving Alexandro and Beatrice alone.

Alexandro looked over at Beatrice, and saw she was on the verge of tears. He'd never liked seeing upset. It always made him upset too. He slipped an arm around her, the way he always had done when he felt her getting sad.

"It's okay," he said to her gently. "Don't cry. We'll find a way to get out of this." He didn't know what else to say, but he just didn't like knowing his sister was in so much distress.​
 
Beatrice watched her mother lead her father out. Once they were gone she relaxed slightly. As she felt his arm around her, she faced him wrapping her arms around him as silent tears fell to his shoulder. "How?...this ruins everything, so many years of planning and studying and riding...all wasted. I...I guess I should be lucky I made it this far without a marriage. Plus I get to stay here...but...but you won't be here, you'll be there...." This made her more distraught, cuddling closer to her brother. 
 
Alexandro held his sister even tighter as the full ramifications of what was going on hit him. He would be far from Beatrice's companionship. The New Lands were far across the ocean, and for the first time in his life, he'd be more than a few days away from his sister. Perhaps he should have been looking forward to travelling so far abroad, but the consort of queen or noblewoman in the New Lands was bound to his bride. Whatever duties and responsibilities he accepted in marriage would keep him bound there, unable to ever see his sister again least his wife or in-laws sent him on business across the ocean. Besides, he was too young to think of marriage. But here it was, being shoved in his face.

"This isn't what I want," he said. "I never imagined I'd be so far apart from you. I can't believe this is happening! I don't care how pretty the women of the New Lands might be, I would rather stay here. Our parents can't do this to us! They can't seperate us."​
 
Beatrice couldn't bare to think of life without her brother. He had always been there for her, her companion, and playmate, the one true person she could trust. The castle would be extremely boring boring without him, and she'd be tied down to a husband who might try to shut her out and take her place claiming to be the voice of her people. Especially, a lower prince from across the sea, was not her ideal choice of a marriage companion, she'd rather pick a commoner from her own kingdom.  This just crushed her world her darling brother would be many moons away, and she would hardly see him again, she wouldn't be able to leave her kingdom unless official business called for it. 

"I don't want it either....I want you to stay here...with me...at home where you belong..."She stated broken still having tears in her eyes, trying to calm down. "Unfortunately...they can...it's a royal decree...I can't remember it right now..." Beatrice cuddled back into him trying to stop the tears. 
 
Alexandro held tighter to his sister, as though some foreign prince-ling was set to barge in there right then and there and spirit her away to a marriage bed while a foreign noblewoman came to cart Alexandro himself off to the New Lands. When he first learned of the New Lands, he would have jumped at the chance to cross the ocean and explore - provided he returned at the end of his adventures to tell Beatrice the wonders he saw, then settle down to live out the rest of his days in peace. He felt sick for having ever had those thoughts.

"But we can refuse, can't we?" he pressed. "We don't have to show an interest in any of the suitors. Then what can they do?"​
 
In all her life Beatrice couldn't remember ever being this upset. It was as if she was being sentenced to death, she wasn't ready to marry yet, granted she was in her 20's and most girls marry anywhere from 14-18, but she was to be queen so it was different. All of her years dedicated to studies would be wasted. She wrapped her arm tighter around her brother, if someone came to take her they'd have to take Alex too. Beatrice knew her brother lived to travel and then return with wonderful stories, but this time he wouldn't return.  

"Yes we can refuse...but it only makes it that much worse...for then they will choose for us, and we won't have a say in it."
 
"It's a shame you're not queen yet, then you could get rid of this abominable practice," snorted Alexandro, laying his cheek against Beatrice's shoulder, they way he used to do when he was small. It looked rather awkward, considering he'd surpassed her in height and bulk now that he was maturing, but the sentimant had not changed. It was his way of showing affection and seeking comfort. "There's got to be a way out of this - maybe we could get out of it... just get out... I wish we weren't prince and princess so we wouldn't have to deal with this..."​
 
"Trust me if I was queen we most definitely wouldn't be going through this...and as soon as I am I will destroy this decree. I promise, it won't help us but it will help the next generation...Alex if I have children and I even think about doing this to them slap some sense into me, please." She stated she wouldn't want them to feel this way. Beatrice ran her fingers through his hair caressing his head as he rested it on her shoulder like he used to. "Yes, this is one of the times I wish we were peasants, we wouldn't have to deal with this...though we would be starving and cold... We can't just leave they hunt for us..." Beatrice replied trying to think of some kind of fault in the system.  
 
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