The golden throne just seemed to swallow the young girl whole.

Avelina was far too young to be in this position, a mere 10 year old, and already the queen. Her feet didn't even touch the floor, the oversized crown sat lopsided on her head. It would've been such a comical sight if what happened to her family wasn't so sad.

The food was poisoned at the banquet, killing all but the princess who hadn't eaten the food, but was laying in her bed with a cold at the time. An assassination attempt that would've worked, but the unpredictability of the child's immune system saved her. She was the youngest of three, never expecting to ascend to the throne.

"I don't.." She whimpered quietly, lip quivering as she looked up at you, the Royal Advisor. You were to support the monarch, weren't you? But this felt wrong. "I don't know what to do." She said quietly, the silence of the throne room so loud.

"It feels wrong," It really wasn't fair. She was but a child, yesterday playing with her dolls and colours, now expected to lead a kingdom. It was going to be a difficult journey, not only for her, but for you as well (if not more).

"It feels so wrong. It's so heavy." Both the crown, and her responsibility.