The Prince's Heir

Prince Charles will stop at nothing to have a woman bear forth a daughter of his dream description. Rose tells the story of her journey within the mothering cottage.

My name is Rose Livingston. I live with my Mother and Father. They have been so great to me. I was not an only child, but for so long I lived in the grief of my sister Helena, who died so young. Though now I live my own life, I have seen many a death. Some so young that words don't come out clearly. Though now I am happily living with my husband, Peter, and my two beautiful babies, Percy and Madison. But this is not the tale of a woman whos heart beats freely and without having seen the death of so many women and children.

 

 

Prince Charles was the heir of the throne of England. His Father, King Charles II, soon announced that his son would be looking for a princess to bear forth a daughter. Though not just any daughter. This daughter would have the elegance of a godess, with hair so golden that it shone like water, with eyes so blue that the reflection of her father would gleam back at him. Her beauty would be like that of no other and her wisdom would rain down upon her kingdom.

 

 

Six women would be choosen that the King felt were worthy of his sons seed and they would bear a daughter. If not the baby and her mother would be beheaded under the crime of treachery. But the day the knights arrived at the door of my parents house, I couldn't believe my eyes.

 

 

I was holding my three-year-old son, Percy, his tiny black ringlets falling towards his ears and his father, Peter, in from a days hard work, when a knock sounded on the wooden door. Two men in dull suits of arms each grabbed my arms, tossing me into a carriage uncerimoniously, then walking brisky inside the two bedroom cottage. My husband arrived at the window to the carriage, Percy's tiny hand pressed firmly to the glass in an unspoken good-bye. Tears glistened in Peter's eyes. The carriage lurched forward, pulling me away from my family and towards a place I never wanted to be.

 

 

"Mrs. Rose you have a husband?" A stunning, very thick, southern accent that I hadn't noticed before greeted me as I sat back in the Coach. A beautiful blonde woman was fanning herself with a stunned expression on her face. Her bright blue gown was spread around the bench infront of me, her face was highly rouged, lipstick as dark as cherries on her plump lips, her eyes of some of the deepest blues.

"Why yes. I am proud to say I have been happily married for four years. The child that you saw was my own."

The woman's highly painted lips dropped slighly. Even with the ignorant expression upon her face she was still stunningly beautiful.

"Might I ask your name, and could you possible tell me why I have been kidnapped?"

"Well Mrs. Rose my name is Miss. Elizabeth and we have been choosen to be the Prince's child-bearers!"

She seemed thrilled at the oppertunity to give herself up for this man. I on the other hand was pissed completey off. Sitting back in the carriage I scowled out the window. Thinking of the life I had left behind.

 

Author's Note

Just trying something new.... Maybe it will blossom into something amazing?

Reviews

[Steve]

Nice........yes! this is different for you isnt it? lol

I like the ending a lot.......you were pissed? lol Somehow being 'pissed' seems to add charm to this.

[Scooter]

I'll just start by saying that I'm a bit picky, especially on spelling. First off, in the starting paragraph you want 'whose' instead of 'whos'. A little later you use 'godess' when you should have 'goddess'. I hated spelling that word, I really did. >_< While you also spelled 'possible' right, you wanted 'possibly' instead because it doesn't make sense the other way. And 'oppertunity' should be 'opportunity'.

I guess the only thing that really kind of threw me off was the fact that when you got to the dialogue, you didn't space it out like you did the first part of the story. Other than that, the descriptions at the beginning were the best, in my opinion. A really nice start!