Queen of all Kings

Chapter 2: The Banquet

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Hey again! Thanks for staying for the next chapter! You definitely won't be disappointed. This chapter is a long one. It is just past at 2000 words!!

The song above is explicit and the video is kind of bad, sorry.

Okay now to the chapter!!

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When I got home, my parents were very angry. They demanded to know where I had gone and why I had given up the chance to meet his Royalness. It was a serious offence after all.

He was one out of many Kings in the world, why would I want to meet him?

Well that's when I realized that he was the most powerful King in the world today, the U.S. was in the lead.

Oh well, I would see him tonight.

Yes, my Mother was making me go to this dumb banquet thing. She even insisted that I put on a dress and makeup!

I was good at painting my face but I hated the feeling of all of that stuff on it.

My Mother had me borrow one of the neighbors daughter's dress. It was a white with lace on the top, it went down to my knees.

"Let's go, Iris." My Mother says to me when I descend down the stairs. She had on a red dress that somehow carved out her figure in a good way.

Her normally curly hair, is gelled back into a tight bun.

It looked good on her.

Next to her was my Father.

He was wearing a different suit. Instead of a navy blue one from last night, it was a black one. The shoulder showed off his bulky muscles.

Once I reach his side he ruffles my hair and says, "You clean up well."

Swatting his hand away, I smile up at him. "Thanks Dad."

But Mother has to go and ruin the moment. "Let's go. We don't want to be late to his Majesty." Dad doesn't react but I have a scowl on my face.

If you haven't already noticed, I don't have a very good relationship with my Mother. My Father on the other hand, was the only reason I hadn't run away yet.

She constantly criticized me and ignored me, making me feel rejected, like I was nothing to her.

I know somewhere deep down inside of her twisted soul, she cared for me. Unfortunately she shows it in the worst ways.

When we walk to the three car garage we take my Father's car instead of my Mother's. His car is way nicer than mine or my her's.

He has a Tesla, model 3. His car smells new and fresh. Dad doesn't allow any food in his car unlike my Mom.

As we get into his gray car, my Mother yet again comments about my appearance.

"Pull your dress down, we don't want him to think that your scandalous. Your hair is out of place. Fix it before we get there."

Dad doesn't say anything as we drive down the deserted road towards the pack house. He's always been like that, never standing up for me. As we drive by, my forest comes into view and I sigh.

"I know Mother." I say to her. "I'll fix it."

In the back of the car I scrunch into the corner, trying to get as far out from her reach as possible, while trying not to mess up my carefully sculpted makeup. It was no secret that I was slightly scared of her.