в ι т є у σ υ я т σ и g υ є [[мιαкιѕ-n-ℓєιgнα]]
"What if I do not wish to meet him?"
"My daughter, my dear, you must understand. Having a king is for the good of the people. We know you are to rule this country yourself, but the people believe in a lord than a lady."
"You mean a king to a queen?"
Anika sighed, pacing back and forth. Her father was such a nincompoop sometimes!! She didn't need a king to rule by her side; only she was suitable for this throne, but her father would not give her the crown unless she had a king by her side.
She'd show him, she would.
"When is he to arrive?" The young sadist queen-to-be asked her elder.
"Tonight." Her father replied, waiting for his daughter's response. Only she was scarier than he when they were infuriated by one thing or another.
"WHAAAAAAAAT?!" Anika replied. Narrowing scarlet eyes at her father, she frowned. "WHY TONIGHT?!"
"Because you are to be wed to him in two weeks' time. Then, you may take my crown and rule over this kingdom as you were to do. Mind you, you shall have more power than he, for you are connected to the bloodline, and he is in here by marriage, after you were... widowed."
Anika giggled softly at her father's joke. She sighed. "Well," she sighed, swishing her dress cutely at her father, whenever she wanted something. "I guess it won't be TOO bad. We don't have an heir, anyways." She sighed. "I just hope he isn't one of those sexist pigs, like David," the name of her ex-husband came off her tongue like acid.
"I have heard various things of your fiance," her father sneered, pacing. "Some good... some very, very, veeeery bad."
"I do not wish to hear," Anika said, drifting to the window. "For if I was meant to know, he will tell me... or I will ask him. Either, or." She smiled evilly.
"You must make a good impression on him, Aniki - we must appear innocent to him and his escorts."
"Yes, Father..." Anika grinned over her shoulder, practicing her walk and presentation of herself for her new fiance's arrival.
This would be something to remember.