Love Agreement With The King

Roselyn woke up at dawn, to have breakfast with John.

It was coronation day and Roselyn wanted to get ready in time to look as stunning as possible for such an amazing day. It wasn't only his coronation it was also the day where she would get invested as Queen of Scotland. She was excited and at the same time agitates because she knew becoming Queen would be such a huge responsibility.

As soon as they finished breakfast, They both headed into their room to dress up.

Roselyn wore a beautiful long red dress adorned with gold decorations and a silver tiara with pears falling on her hair.

John wore an elegant suit which made Roselyn remember the first time she saw him and the way she felt. How she could barely flinch her gaze away from his awesomeness.

Her heart speeded so fast and she immediately smiled, "I am jealous for all the girls who will look at you and probably feel the same way I feel right now." Roselyn commented while John suffocated a laugh.

"I can say the same, but I know they can only look at us because our hearts belong to each other only." He exclaimed proudly and the smile grew bigger.

One hour later the kids woke up and Roselyn watched them as they took on the dresses she had custom made for the day.

Elijah had a jacket that matched with John's trousers' details and Roselyn's tiara's flowers whereas Felicity wore a tiara similar to Roselyn and a corset that matched perfectly with Roselyn's dress.

They walked into the coronation room and about half an hour guests arrived and filled the room.

When the ceremony started the archbishop walked toward John the others officiates were already there standing behind John.

Roselyn and his kids watched at him in awe.

To attend the ceremony, along with persons of nobility including the first minister and relatives there was also a wide range of political figures.

Finally, the archbishop of Scotland leaned the crowd crown on John's head he slightly bent his head down to formally invest him the honor to be the seventh King of Scotland.

The guests cheered and looked happy and proud.

Then Roselyn's coronation followed, her heart speeded so fast that she had to clench her fists to contain the joy and the excitement of the moment.

The crowd was cold and heavy on her head but despite that, the feeling she felt was unparalleled and amazing. Goosebumps formed on her skin and shivers ran through her spine, she looked at John and smiled at him. Then her gaze fell on her two kids who stared at her as if they were proud of her.

Her heart jumped in her chest as she allowed her eyes to make the journey to the opposite side of the room, her mother's eyes filled with tears. Ginevra's makeup was ruined probably for the tears and her smile was so big that her lips trembled.

Roselyn smiled at her mother as well, all the boys she had refused, all the tears she spent thinking she wasn't enough and that she probably will never fulfill her dream. Now she didn't only check all the dreams on her list but she also fulfilled dreams she didn't even know she would care so much to fulfill.

The guests slowly left and the huge room emptied in a matter of few minutes.

John and Roselyn went to the jewelry room to bring there the crowds.

Roselyn's fingers caressed the cold gold surface, her fingers gently pressed on the surface touching the diamonds that had been carved in Gold.

Roselyn couldn't believe she was holding a piece of pure gold adorned with hundreds of stones and carats.

***

The next day the maids cheered Roselyn using the name "my Queen," and just hearing that word Roselyn had to blink twice to realize the dream she was living was instead a reality.

The man she laid next to was the King and her son was the future successor of the country.

John woke up smiling hugely, he turned to the side and kissed her cheek.

The maids left the couple sleeping for two more hours when Roselyn asked them to make breakfast later to oversleep a bit.

Roselyn smiled to her husband, "good morning." She whispered.

"How does it feel to be Queen of Scotland?" John asked raising his eyebrow.

"It feels… weird." Roselyn said, they both giggled and John climbed closer to her to kiss her softly again, "the realm couldn't have a better Queen than you."

Roselyn sighed unconsciously, "I hope so," she murmured under her breath.

The following day Roselyn had to start to get lessons and classes on how to be a good Queen. She had to learn what to do during the ceremony, how to speak in front of an audience, to take care of the realm of discontent or content.

She also had to learn the smallest things as how to talk to people now, the informality, and the formality.

Last but not least she had to learn by heart the history of John's family and get to know his relatives better.

A good Queen must get along with King's relatives even if the King was the first one who didn't have a good relationship with them.

She also had to make their sons start to get classes of different mansions, for instance, Elijah had to learn archery whereas Roselyn could teach Felicity how to sew and horse riding.

There were so many things to do and so little time to accomplish them all.

Roselyn got lost in her thoughts, as she mentally planned all the things she had to take care of.

She came back to reality when Kathy placed a big slice of chocolate cake in front of her eyes, one of Roselyn's favorite.

"I made this for my best friend, nonetheless the Queen of Scotland," Kathy said, flashing a big toothy smile.

Roselyn returned the smile, that name sounded weird to her she wasn't used to being called Queen yet.

Later she attended one of John's meetings, with the ministers and other politics. They all say at a round table and Roselyn sat next to John holding his hand under the table.

They began to talk about political stuff for instance the increase in poverty and births.

"Poor people are dangerous for us, they can carry diseases and hurt the reputation of the country." One of them said, talking with superiority and pinching his long curled mustache.

Roselyn cleared her voice to hold back the imminent urge to tell him off.

The man with a long black mustache raised his eyebrows and set his gaze on her for some instant as if he was waiting for her to intervene.

John held her hand under the table, "next issue, marquis Robert?" he asked.

Robert fixed his gaze to skim through the paper he was reading, "we also have the alcoholism and prostitution problems which are also related to the lowest classes." He scoffed shaking his head for indignation.

"They are the shame of Scotland. They cause the main problems." He concluded, making Roselyn laugh nervously under his breath.

The room was quiet enough to allow her to laugh to echo around the room and catch the attention of everyone, including the marquis who glowered at her for her bad manners.

"What's so funny your highness?" He asked.

John squeezed her hand under the table as if he wanted to suggest she let it go.

She darted her gaze to John, she smiled to him, and then set her gaze back to the presumptuous marquis.

"I am sorry if my laugh irritated you but I guess you must be kidding because everything you say is so rude and tactless that I wonder how a person with such a mindset can have such an important role in politics." She said spitefully, John contracted his facial muscles not to laugh.

Her statement made silence fall on the table and when the maids brought some wine they drank in the silence.

Finally, the marquis offered her a fake annoyed smile and then tilted his head to the side to glace at her in superiority.

"Why would you say so? I am just listening down all the current issues we have at the moment." His voice sounded controlled enough that Roselyn thought he was purposely maintaining the calm.

Roselyn didn't want to cause a scene during her first meeting with the ministers but either did she want to hear his trifles anymore.

"The problems if we can call them so are the normality, and they are not linked nor caused by poverty. If you think it's such a huge problem their economic conditions that you can try to help them instead of judging them for something they cannot change." Roselyn continued, raising her voice.. The other ministers kept quietly listening to their dispute while John slouched forward to pour some wine in his glass as if he was enjoying the situation.