"Name: Allie Terias. Parents: Rachel & Calvin Terias. Height: 3ft. 1in. Age: 13. Birthday: March 30th. Sexuality: Female. Natural hair color: pink & dirty blonde, 3 ft. Eye color: Navy Blue. Ethnicity: English. Fluent in: Spanish, English, & French. Grade point average: 3.96."
I opened my eyes as I was hearing this. When I looked around what I saw surprised me. I was sitting in a blindingly white room, the only furnishings being the wooden chair I was sittinging in, a wooden table in front of me, and two other wooden chairs across from me. The fact that I was in the room wasn't even what confused me most; it was how I had gotten there that left me puzzled. I felt I was a fairly light sleeper, then I realized my head hurt. This answered the question of how I got there and didn't wake up. I had read a week earlier that a side effect of a non-hospital used anesthetic is a headache.
Then I heard the door open. A woman walked in the room wearing a beautiful, sparkly, flowing, blood red gown with a brilliantly white cape following her. Her hair was pink,
her eyes were yellow like a dandelion in the spring, and she looked to be about 5" 5'. Behind her was a man in a plain blood red tuxedo and a white under shirt. He had dirty blonde hair, navy blue eyes just like mine, and was about a foot taller than the woman.
The woman squinted, covered her eyes, and shouted, "Turn the dang lights down in here!"
The lights suddenly dimmed and I could finally see clearly. The man and woman sat in the chairs across from me.
"Hi," the woman said, her voice suddenly honey-dipped, "we are going to take some blood from you so we can do some tests. Okay?"
All I could get myself to do was nod. I was thinking about the fact that these people sitting right across from me looked so similar to me but I couldn't be related to me in any way. My parents were probably running, frantically, around town looking for me, at least I hoped they were. Then again, I was only their useless maid, why would they want to find me. They were probably happy to be rid of me.
"Honey, could you hold out your arm please," this came from the man.
I moved my arm out so it was straight out in front of me. He grabbed a wide piece of rubber, about 6 inches long, from a tray they had brought in with them and tied it around my arm, tightly. Then he grabbed a large, tube-like, needle, set it on the table, and proceeded to find a vein in the crook of my arm. He didn't find one there so he looked on my wrist and found a large one. Once he located the vein, he grabbed the needle and gently pushed it into the vein. The woman handed him a tube I recognized as a blood vial. The man took it from her and stuck it into the end of the needle. When he did that my blood started to rise into the vial and fill it. I started to feel nauseous. I asked myself if it was the sight of my blood and then told myself it couldn't be. I had never felt sick at the sight of blood. Suddenly the world around me went black and I felt the needle be ripped from my arm just as I fell to the ground and hit my head.
After what felt like five seconds I jerked awake and found myself sitting in a luxurious bed covered in a pink silk comforter, my bandaged head resting on a pillow with a pillow case of the same material. I looked down to see my arm had a bandage on it. I looked up to see the rest of the room I was in and noticed where the North and East walls met there were two occupied chairs. In them slept the man and woman from the white room.
The woman slowly opened one of her eyes and then the other. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, looked over at me, saw me sitting awake, and jumped out of her chair.
For the first time since they walked through the door of the white room, I thought about the fact that I didn't know who they were. "Who are you two?" I asked.
"I am Queen Rosa Harmon and this is King Micheal Harmon," she responded sweetly.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"12 hours. 1 second" She held up her pointer finger, turned to the king, and slapped him right across his cheek. "Get up! She's awake."
He opened his eyes and while blinking the sleep out of them he rubbed his cheek, "What was that for?" He then realized I was sitting up on the bed and scrambled to his feet. "Hello dear."
"H-hi. Why am I in a room as grand as this?"
"Oh!" the queen exclaimed, "that is because this will be your room from now on."
My jaw fell open and I felt like my eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. "But I already have a room and a life somewhere else."
"True, but did you truly like it there?" This remark came from the king.
"No, but-" I was cut off in the middle of my sentence.
"Good, then it's settled. We shall have our heir back and she shall stay in this room," the queen said this as though she had just announced that she was pregnant, her voice full of pride.
I heard some, subconscious, part of my mind call me an idiot. I had all the clues needed, the similarities between us, the blood test, and the waking up in an elegant room. All I could manage was to stare at them like an idiot.
"Honey? Are you alright?" this came from the direction of the queen, then again, my head was spinning so fast trying to latch onto all the information I just got I couldn't be certain.
"I'm fine," I responded in as chill a voice as possible, "this is just a lot to take in. So, wait. You're telling me, I'm a princess. But not just any princess, I'm the heir of England."
"Yes," the king and queen responded at the same time.
"And I've been trusting that my parents, whom I look absolutely nothing like, and who have abused me my whole life, are my real parents?"
"Yes," they responded at the same time again.
"Wow," is all I could manage to respond, "can I have a few moments to myself, please."
"Of course honey," the queen answered me with a sweet tone.
After they left the room I turned around, flopped on my bed, and screamed with excitement into my pillow. My mind was racing. I had so many questions like: How did they (they meaning my "parents") get a hold of me? Why did these people, who are apparently my real parents, not look for me before a week after my thirteenth birthday? And most importantly: How did they find me?
An hour later a maid came up to my room to help me get into proper clothing for supper. I was given a stunning navy blue dress that matched the color of my eyes but still looked good with my hair color. It was an elegant, round dress that only went down to my knees. The dress had a linen under skirt, and a short petticoat, with see through silk draped over the top of it all. When I was dressed, the maid put my hair up into a simple bun on the back of my head. I was led to the dining hall where the king, no, father, was sitting at the head of the table, the queen was sitting in the seat to the left of him, the seat to the right of him was empty, but the one next to it was occupied by a young girl who looked to be about 5. The little girl noticed me first and waved over to her before patting the seat to the left of her, the one right next to my father. I walked over to the seat, pulled it out, sat in it, and pushed myself in.
"How are you dear?" the queen asked me, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
"I'm fine, just still a little confused."
"It's ok dear. I understand that everyone needs time to adjust to this kind of stuff."
The servants then brought the four of us a dinner of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and a mix of roasted veggies. For dessert we had banana splits. I enjoyed the meal but tried to eat it like I had grown up around royalty.
When we were all finished with our meal, the little girl asked if I would play with her.
"Natalie, she just got here, she probably doesn't want to play with you and your dolls," the king tried to get me out of playing with her.
"No," I replied, " I would love to have some time to bond with my little sister." When I said this her eyes got wide and she looked so happy.
She turned to our parents and asked, "May we be excused? When mother responded that we could, she respectfully pushed her chair out, climbed off of it, pushed it in, and grabbed my hand to drag me away to her playroom. I mimicked her when I got out of my chair, hoping that it seemed respectful and let Natalie drag me to her playroom.
For the next few years, we were happy. I got to watch my little sister blossom into a beautiful young lady, I blossomed into good queen material, at least that's what dad and mom said, my fake parents were found and sent to prison, and I made a habit of trying to go into town at least once a week. Then one day, my parents called a meeting with me, saying that they had news. I went to the family room. Mom, Dad, and Natalie were sitting in different chairs around the room. I walked in and sat on my favorite chair in the sitting room.
"Hi sis."
I responded with one word, "Hey. What's your news?"
"Well," mom was procrastinating, I just knew it, but after a good five minutes of waiting, she just blurted out, "your father and I have decided that you are going to be queen now." She took in a deep breath, like she had just gotten a great weight off her shoulders, which I guess she probably had.
My bottom jaw dropped and I could feel myself losing consciousness. I forced myself to stay awake and asked, "Why?" The question just popped out of my mouth before I had time to think about it.
"Because Dear," father was the one speaking this time, "in the past 5 years, you have gone from a thirteen year old who was abused all her life, confused, and didn't know how to be a princess to an eighteen year old princess who acts like nothing happened to her in her childhood and who goes into town to volunteer in homeless shelters, without being told to. And what's better is that you don't do it so that the town's people love you when you're queen, you do it out of the kindness in your heart."
I hadn't realized but the fact that I was going to be queen didn't excite me as much as it should have. In fact it just made me want to cry, but my real parents had taught me to not cry unless it was necessary. So I held it in and said, "I-," I heard my voice crack, "I can't. No! I won't!"
"Why not Dear," mother asked, obviously confused about my refusal, "every girl your age would love to be queen."
"Are you so ignorant to not know your own daughter! I'm not like other girls!" I was so angry I started to cry but before it got too bad, I ran out of the room and to my own. When I got there, I slammed the door, locked it, and collapsed on the bed, crying.
After an hour of crying like this, I stopped. I felt numb inside, I was also angry with myself. I was crying over something so silly. After a while of just sitting on my bed, I got up and went to find my mom. It was really easy, she was sitting right outside my door.
She looked up and saw me. She jumped up, hugged me, and cried, "I'm sorry dear! I know you're not like most girls your age. I was just so confused as to why you wouldn't be queen."
I responded to her, "My response was a heat of the moment thing. I would like to be queen. I just feel I'm too young to be a queen. Just give me a few more years."
"Ok dear," mom's voice was understanding, "you have a few more years. Unless either of us dies first."
"Thank you mom. Now where's Natalie?"
"In her room."
"I'm gonna go play with her."
"OK."
I made my way to Natalie's room. She was sitting on her bed, crying. I ran over to her and asked her what was wrong.
"You ran off crying then daddy started yelling at mommy."
"Why was he yelling at her?"
"He said that she was stupid and that she ruined their chance at early retirement." she paused, "Sissy?"
"Yeah Nat?"
"What is retirement?"
"It's the point in someone's life when they stop working."
"Oh."
"Did anything else happen?"
"Daddy told mommy he needed to go fix things with you." she paused again, "Did she fix things with you? I really don't want you two fighting."
I giggled a little, "Yes, everything's ok."
"Good," she responded, sticking her chin out and straightening her back.
"Guess what."
"What?"
"Your amazing sister is going to be the queen in a few years."
She gasped and said, " Really?"
"Mhm."
"Cool!" her and I smiled brightly at each other before bringing out her dolls and playing with them.
After five years I told my parents that I was ready to become the queen. They jumped up and down with excitement and even screamed a little
The next 6 months were spent printing invitations, planning menus, making clothes, decorating the Abbey, and everything that goes along with planning a huge event. On coronation day, at the end of the sixth month, I woke to a glass of cold water splashed in my face. When my eyes opened, I saw my best friend standing over me, holding a glass.
"Da heck," I said sleepily.
"You need to bathe," Jazlyn, the girl who poured the water on me said.
I groaned but got up nonetheless. After I got out of the bath, dried myself, and got into another nightie, I noticed my dress on a mannequin that had been rolled in at some time in the past half hour. I inspected it closely, making sure there were no flaws. It was a dress made of a silky, deep, navy blue color. The top and bottom were detached and the top was short enough to just cover my bust but leave my stomach exposed. It was embellished with blue sapphires, as was the waist of the skirt, and had sleeves that were off the shoulder. The skirt touched the floor and pooled a little bit. Attached to the top was a midnight black cape that looked to be about 1.5 meters. It had small, pure white diamonds that made it look like the sky on a night with no moon or clouds. On a display next to the dress was a silver necklace with sapphires and the white diamonds embedded in it. There was a matching pair of earrings and two matching bracelets. The dress was perfect. I knew it would look great on me.
10 minutes later, 2 of our servants came in and helped me get dressed. Just that part took a half an hour. Then came the hair, makeup, and jewelry.
After all that was done, I was told to stay in my room until I was fetched. So I sat in the biggest chair in my room and waited.
An hour later, my mom came to fetch me. She started crying and telling me, "You look as beautiful as the night sky."
"Thank you mom," I replied, meekly.
She helped me up then gave me a big hug, "Come on, your new subjects are waiting to see you."
So she led me from my room, down a few hallways, to Natalie's room to get her, because it is custom for the whole royal family to walk down the aisle when a new queen/king is crowned, and then we met dad at the door to the chapel. A moment after we got there, after we were standing in our positions, dad gave the signal and the wide, tall, wooden doors in front of us were opened. We saw everyone stand and started walking down the center aisle. We made it to the stage at the front of the room and mom took Natalie to the left and dad went to the right, Then the ceremony was started. The Archbishop of Canterbury held out a bible, told me to put my right hand on it and put my left hand in the air. Then he told me to repeat after him.
The oath went, "I Allie Harmon, pledge to care for my subjects as if they were my own children. I pledge that if I choose to take a husband that I know he will take care of my subjects as I do. And, lastly, I pledge that I will not neglect my duties as a queen, no matter the task's difficulty." I finished saying the oath and was told to turn and face the audience. A crown was placed atop my head, a cape on my back, a small jewel-adorned metal ball in my left hand, and a matching metal rod in my left hand.
"LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!!!!" everyone in the audience shouted at the same time, over and over again. I walked over to my throne and sat, that made the cheering even louder. It was so loud that I heard voices coming from outside the chapel.
The yelling got louder and louder until it reached pretty much a climax, then I held my hand up in the air and everybody in the church went silent, the people outside stopped two chants later.
"Thank you all for your support. I hope I can live up to the expectations you all obviously have for me. I have met a lot of you personally and, therefore, know that you are good people. I believe that together, we can make this country thrive. Because… The sun never sets on the British empire!!!!"
All of the people inside and out yelled the last sentence I said once and then wet back shouting "Long live the queen!" I a deafening roar.
I saw my mom signal for me to stand up from the corner of my eye and I did. I took a few steps forward, my parents and sister lined up behind me. We started walking forward and everybody bowed to me as we walked down the center aisle. My family and I stopped in front of the doors, waiting for them to open. Once the heavy doors were pushed open, I stepped out into the light and it was as if a giant hand pressed down on the giant crowd in front of me. Everyone bowed at the same time, as low as they could.
Over the years, I got married to an amazing man, had two beautiful daughters, and lived my happily ever after.