Hey Guys! I'm so sorry for the hiatus! aaaaaahhhhhhhh, I didn't mean to leave the story like that, but it happened. And now hopefully I'll be better about writing. So here is Chapter 13, I'm super excited. I honestly don't have a plan for the next chapter so we'll see where that takes me. And yah! Thank you Dream plane and snarewolf2954785! you reviews were awesome! I know I keep asking y'all to review me but reviews seriously make me so happy. So even if it's just like wow good story, or even like you misspelled 'Rose' or something I just like seeing how many reviews I get. (Constructive criticism only though please haha) So yah. Please enjoy! I have like 15 plot twists for the rest of the story so y'all better get ready and keep reading! P.S. I want to give a shoutout to my cousin who always listens to my plot ideas no matter how random or bad they are! You're amazing!

It had gotten cooler, yet my hands were still sweating. I kept telling myself that there was nothing to worry about, but there was. I didn't have any information on my grandmother, only that she didn't like me. I hoped that she would change her mind when she saw me. Maybe she would think me different from my mother. Then again, it's possible that she would hate me and try to kill me again. Anything could happen at this point. Although over thinking it wasn't doing me any favors at all.

"Hello…" I started. I realized that I didn't even know her name. Maybe if I curtsied, she would enjoy the respect.

"I've come for the crown." I tried again. It sounded too demanding. " I've come to accept the crown." I said. Much better.

I was coming upon a hill, hoping that past it was a castle. And there it was. The forest had stopped short and there was green everywhere. It was like the entire kingdom was the castle garden. I smiled to myself, it was even more than I could have ever imagined. There were colorful daisies and clovers scattered everywhere and the sun was shining brightly. Every house that expanded across the kingdom was made of multi colored stones. They were more like cottages than houses, but it looked beautiful all put together.

I could see the sunset hanging over the cottages, with people milling around the kingdom. The castle was the best part. It was a large estate that had the same stone designs as the other cottages. There were humongous vines cascading down and around the stone castle. From a distance it looked a bit like the Mangrailian castle, just newer. It looked like a fresh beginning. I rode my horse down the hill, and the anticipation was killing me. I made it to the entrance to the village that was the border of the kingdom.

The roads were small and definitely not meant for horses. Each street was more of a sidewalk. Other than that, The first thing I noticed was that some men and women had blue flowers on them and others had red. The women wore the flowers in their hair, and the men wore theirs clipped to the cuffs of their shirts. The ones with the blue flowers walked around with their heads down, and had smaller baskets in their hands. The ones with red flowers danced around the square, grabbing their partners and spinning with smiles on their faces.

One black haired woman with a red flower woven into her hair, bumped into a woman with a blue flower in her hair while dancing. The blue one immediately turned around and started screaming at her. A few people started to swarm. The blue woman punched the red in the face, and a blue man joined into the fight. The smartest decision I decided was to keep riding. I could see the fight continuing in my peripheral vision and couldn't believe that this was normal behavior. Almost all spectators kept up with their normal business. Trading, buying, selling, and doing whatever they were supposed to be doing.

With the fight long behind me I could see the castle up ahead and turning back didn't seem like such a bad idea at this point. If I went back Ebony would probably only ignore me for a few days and then everything would be fine. But then I remembered exactly who I was doing this for. Charles, and my father. They kept telling me that my grandmother was a terrible person, and up until now I believed them. But I decided to save my judgement. She deserved that at the least.

I had finally made it to the road leading up to the large estate-like castle. There was a beautiful bridge that expanded across the glistening moat. The water had a haunting appeal to it. Like magic.

There were solemn looking guards lining every edge of the two small doors and they were all staring straight ahead. They looked menacing and I didn't know how I wanted to approach this. It wasn't like I could just march to the guards and demand they let me in. Or maybe I could.

"I request an audience with the interim queen." I announced. None of the guards flinched.

"I request an audience with the interim queen. I've come for the throne." I repeated, louder this time. I heard a snicker from the guard right in front of me. I dismounted my horse and handed him the reins.

"I will get into this castle by any means necessary even if I have to climb the walls. Now let me through the doors. And keep the horse safe." I said. He narrowed his eyes.

"What business does someone like you have with the queen?" He asked. He was a burly man with light red hair.

"I already told you. I've come for the throne. Tell her that Rosemary is here to see her." The guard had his eyebrows together contemplating whether he should let me in or not.

"I'll talk to the head but I won't make any promises." He handed me back the reins to my horse and walked around the corner. It was almost 10 minutes when he came back and got out a set of keys. "I doubt you're going to be coming back out so I'm going to lock it behind you." He said. "I'll find somewhere for your horse, though."

"Comforting." I mumbled. I gave him a smile and my horse's reins and walked across the drawbridge. Into a new life.

I was met with a large foyer. It smelled like the forest and was stuffy, I could barely breathe. There were spires with vines twisting up them. There were beautiful flowers in each vine and birds were flying over my head. Birds? This was less of a castle and more of a glorified greenhouse.. The floor was golden marble and there were designs etched into the stone. It was breathtaking. Breathtaking enough for me to get distracted from the actual point. Where was the throne room? There was the sound of a staff hitting hard ground and I knew that I was getting closer.

I walked through one of the doorways and right into what looked like a meeting. There were people with regal golden robes sitting around in pews. There was a giant walkway right down the middle of the grand room. My eyes scanned the walkway and met the eyes of an older woman sitting atop a high throne. She had soft eyes and gray hair. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head that was sure to be giving her a headache. Her dress was long and it flowed down from where she was sitting. The steps that led up to the humongous throne were covered in emerald green silk, which was all part of her dress.

When she stood her dress moved with a swift grace and her eyes turned cold.

"You are interrupting an official meeting. What is the meaning of this?" She asked, staring me down. I stared back, trying hard not to blink.

"My name is Rosemary." I whispered. There were gasps from all around the room. "And I've come to take your throne." The Queen smiled at me.

"It would seem you're a bit too late dear. The heir to this throne ran away the second his father died."

"He ran away to find me. I hate to break it to you, but I'm the first born, and Charles didn't desert his throne. It wasn't his to take in the first place. It's not yours either." I said. She walked down the steps and sauntered over to me.

"You have no proof." She spat. She was right. How had I forgotten?! Charles knowing my mothers name might've been enough for me but it wasn't for the law. And then out of the corner of my eye someone stood up and the queen turned around.

"Evangeline gave me their birth papers before she fled." The man said. He was holding a large folder and opened it.

"Sit down, James!" The queen shouted.

"But I have the proof she needs." He walked down the aisle to us and stood in front of me. He had black hair that was tousled and glasses that seemed to be slipping down his nose. He was probably in his early 30's and he was staring at me with hope in his eyes.

"Your father gave this to me the night before he died. Almost like he knew it was coming." he said.

"That's ridiculous! Let me see that." She said. She snatched the papers out of his hand and her face slowly turned white. "Impossible! They're fakes. Forged by the rebels!" The Queen yelled so that the rest of the golden robed people filling the pews could hear.

"Rebels?" I asked. The queen scoffed.

"You have no business being here. Leave at once."

"No."

"Then I'll have my guards remove you from the premises." I could probably fight her if I had too but I couldn't make any promises about the guards. There was a glint of gold from the corner of my eye and it was a small woman who had stood up.

"Show us the papers, Victoria." The woman said.

"You don't need the papers, it's a lie." She snapped. "It's too late, anyways. The deadline already passed.

"No it hasn't." Someone shouted from one of the pews. "You have your days wrong!" There were murmurs of support from all around the throne room. The petite woman that was standing next to the Queen grabbed the papers and held them up for everyone to see.

"Is that the late king's signature?" Someone shouted. The woman which I now realized had short black hair and green eyes started, "yes! It is the late king's signature! You cannot deny the proof Victoria." She handed the papers to me with a smile. "It would seem that the throne is no longer yours." She said to my grandmother.

"This is outrageous! I got the throne since no one claimed it."

"I'm claiming it right now." I said. My grandmother scowled, but whispered,

"The deadline has passed." She said.

"Don't make up excuses, Victoria. It's too late." A man shouted from the front row. The queen looked at me with fury in her eyes, and then smiled.

"So are you going to kill me?" She asked.

"What! Of course not!" I replied. Why would I kill her? The woman who had been holding the files looked at me gravely, almost like she had plucked the question right out of my brain.

"It's tradition. If an interim heir is kicked out by the current heir they have the option to either kill them or spare them." She said.

That's when I realized that everyone in the room was staring at me waiting for my answer.

"I have a question for her before I make a decision." I said, turning towards the Queen. "Would you send out a kill order for me right now if you were still the ruling heir?" I said. The Queen flashed a grin, dripping with wickedness.

"Of course, dear. I should have killed you two myself." She said.

"Spare her." I whispered. There were gasps from around the room. This wasn't a show of my mercy, but what was the worst she could do to me without an army or a kingdom?

"Wrong decision." She chided, and with that she turned and stalked out of the room.