Picture it and Write: The Burden

by joetwo

Hi there! This is my offering for this week’s Picture it and Write from Ermilia’s Blog here. Once again, the picture is not mine, it is from a touch of class, I only use it for inspiration. Anyway, Enjoy.

The Burden

The young queen sat on her throne, waiting for the photographer to finish. Around her milled courtiers and advisors. Behind them, in their finery, the royal guard, weapons sparkling in the bulb flashes.

“You must understand the lack of precedent your grace. The abscence of a suitable heir is most vexing.”

She understood perfectly. Her late husband, for whom she wore the black veil, was the youngest of four brothers, all of whom had died before their father. There were no sons, no uncles no relations save for babbling tots or tired old men. The royal family had been scoured clean.

With the king dead and no heir apparent the laws and traditions of the realm were stretched to breaking point but she was technically in charge as queen regent until a male replacement could be found.

When the photographer signaled he was finished the queen stood up, the black silk swirling around her bare legs. “My lords” her voice slight but calm “I make no illusions of the burden that you have placed in my hands. I have every faith that you will find us a new lawful king and in the meantime I will value your wise counsel to help make this transition as seamless as possible. Now if you will excuse me I am tired and will require a short rest.”

As she walked from the throne room, the queen looked at the assembled faces of the courtiers, most of them showed simple loyalty, no issue there, they were no threat. But a couple however showed something else, a calculating look telling that all their advice will somehow help to enrich themselves alone. They may be a problem in the future, she would have to deal with them soon.

But first she needed to be in her chambers, the general would be waiting for her there. He was a simple man, with a loyal army which had been very useful in taking care of the royal claimants that she and her poisons could not reach. She had seduced the general with her body and kept him in line with promises of the crown once a suitable ‘mourning period’ had passed. He was handsome, and a good lover, but not very kingly. She knew exactly how she was going to deal with him when the time came however and undoubtedly a suitable, pliable, man could be found quickly enough.

The saying was right. The burden of the crown was heavy she would admit, but she was more than capable of holding it.        

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