Queen Kaitlyn

You sit at your vanity and brush your long, brown hair. Many thoughts run through your head and it distracts you from preparing for the day. Suddenly your grip on the brush wavers and it takes advantage of the moment to slip out of your hand and clatter on the floor. This was preceded by you tripping over your bedsheets that had fallen on the floor, stubbing your toe on the vanity, and having to spend five minutes looking for your brush. You groan in frustration and relax your forehead against the wooden desk ahead of you. "It's going to be a long day", you mumble.

You are Queen Kaitlyn, Daughter of King Bryce and Lady Victoria...Although you are sure many would protest your legitimacy. Staring up into the mirror, you see yourself stare back. Certainly you look much like your mother did in her prime. Your curvaceous body promotes some rather large chest-assets while you have also inherited your mother's brown hair. You have always been told that you have your fathers eyes. Unfortunately, you never got to meet your father due to the fact that he had died. Thus causing a brutal civil war. You were the solution to a lasting peace, but tensions are still high.

"Kait!" A female voice shouts from the hall. Before you can answer, the door swings open. "Are you awake?"

The person who walks in your room is your mother. She is the former regent and you guess technically just a baroness now. Your grandfather, Count Erwin, arranged a marriage between her and one of his direct vassals. A Baron Delmayne of Frennic Castle. She unfortunately didn't really have much choice but to accept due to the fact that without Count Erwin's help; you and your mother would likely be huddled in a sewer somewhere. He was not happy with the nature of your conception.

"Of course I'm awake, mother."

She turns and looks at you, "Good. I just wanted to be sure. Today's a big day."

"Of course." You grimace. Here it comes.Your mother has always been...stifling.

Your mom walks over and starts adjusting and brushing your hair to make sure it meets her standards. "Just remember what I've told you. If you have any questions, be sure to ask. I and the rest of your council are there for such purposes."

Sighing, you turn back to the mirrors on the vanity to watch how she adjusts your hair. She isn't done yet though, "And don't forget to maintain your composure. You are the queen."

You release an even more exaggerated sigh, "Yes mother."

She pulls your hair into a bun, "Don't let anyone intimidate you. You have more power than anyone else in the room, but don't let it get to your head. Nobody likes a tyrant."

Finally having enough, you pull your hair out of her grip and undo the work she has done on it to put it back the way you want it. "I'll be fine." She looks at you as if she was just slapped on the hand and pulls her hand back. Your expression softens a little. "Look. I know you want to help, but I know this. All of this. It's what I was taught to do."

Mom fumbles with her dress a little looking for the right words before answering, "Fine then, I suppose you're right. You have been groomed to be Queen. I just want to make sure you're comfortable, but I get it. I guess I'll go make sure Donnivan and Michael are awake. I'll see you at court, Your Majesty" Donnivan and Michael are your younger twin half-brothers from your mom's marriage to Baron Delmayne. She looks down at the floor and wanders out of your room.

Once again, you sigh. You have had several confrontations between you and your mother over the years and despite her always saying that she won't be any more stifling. She has always continued being very constrictive. Finally you finish getting ready for your first day at court and are ready to begin your reign.