The Queen of Elvenor II

Being escorted out of the hall by two police officers, I could not believe it, I was in disbelief that my family's history as monarchs in Elvenor was a complete lie. I went to say something, but before I could, one of the officers shut me up. "I don't have to worry about you dismissing me Felicity, you are no longer queen of this great country, and you're nothing but a total fraud. Now, come with us." As I was getting into the back of the police van, I noticed Sarah running outside. "Sarah, sweetheart, I'll be ok." I was heartbroken to see Sarah crying, I had vowed to protect her from everyone and everything. Catarina then blew me a kiss and mouthed "I love you." Mouthing it back, I was then asked to sit down and be quiet. Eventually we arrived at the police station, and upon entry, I was greeted to a cacophony of boos and hisses, some people even spat at my feet, I was so upset that in the space of an hour I had gone from the most admired woman in the country to the most hated. One of the officers then escorted me down a long winding corridor, and eventually we arrived at the police commissioner's office. Walking in, we were greeted by the commissary who had a woman standing next to her with a measuring tape, "that tuxedo fits like a glove Commissioner, you look magnificent for the coronation." Coronation? Rachel was being coronated already? I was already disposed of like common trash, and nobody wanted anything to do with me. The commissioner walked over to me with a wicked smile on her face, "well, if it isn't our former and disgraced queen Felicity. You are nothing but a fraud, and I don't have time for frauds. This prison is a little different to most, instead of a prison jumpsuit, we offer our prisoners a prison suit and tie. Despite their crimes and sentences, we like to make sure our prisoners look their very best at all times. I shall leave it to my tailor here to fit you for a suit and tie, and then you shall be escorted to your cell, we have a special cell just for you." Laughing, she walked out of the room with her deputy commissioner in tow. 

"Come here this instant Felicity, it's time to fit you for your suit and tie!" the tailor barked at me. Being told to stand up on a small pedestal, I watched as she measured me up and down. "You're a 32 leg, and a 32 waist. We have plenty of those, in fact, I have one here for you, now, get dressed! Once you are dressed, you shall be escorted to your cell." Reluctantly I got dressed, it felt weird to me wearing a suit and tie as a prisoner, but I suppose I had to understand that rules were rules and I had to comply with them. I was given a navy-black pinstripe suit, black loafers, a pair of suspenders, and a striped red tie.   Putting on the slacks, they felt so comfortable around my waist, and then when I put on my shirt, I tucked it into my slacks so I wouldn't look the part, even though I was looking the part in a place I didn't seemingly need to. I always buttoned my shirt up to the top, including my top button. Placing the tie around my neck, despite the predicament I was in, I felt so bad wearing a tie. I had gotten to love wearing them as a young woman and it just stuck with me from there. Tying my tie in a double Windsor knot, I then pushed it up to my tight collar, I always thought loose collar shirts didn't work as well with a suit and tie, I was always of the opinion that tight collared shirts looked more professional. Lastly came the blazer, and putting it on, I felt very confident in my image, regardless of where I was.


When I was finished, the tailor asked one of the officers to bring me to my cell, but before that, to bring me to the nearest TV so I would be forced to watch the coronation. "Sit down and be quiet" the officer barked at me, she was not the friendly type. As the officer turned on the TV, I was horrified to see Sarah standing near Rachel, but I was even more horrified to see that she had her hands cuffed behind her back so she wouldn't do anything she was not supposed to do. "Sarah, I hope you're ok sweetheart" I whispered under my breath. My whispering was then interrupted by the sound of the officer banging her hands on the table, "there shall be no whispering or smart remarks, you shall sit down here and be quiet, if I hear another word from you, I shall bring you to your cell and you shall have no food for the day. Is that understood? Good, now sit and shut up." I was still cuffed so I couldn't even get to straighten my tie or anything, it was not fair. My worst fears were confirmed when I saw Rachel walking towards the throne in a very expensive looking coronation tuxedo and coronation robes. Sitting down on the throne, Rachel smiled, she felt as though she was on top of the world. Before the ceremony began, I watched Rachel take a microphone in her hand, "ladies and gentlemen, I thank you all for coming here today to mark the beginning of a new era here in Elvenor, and especially the end of the false ruler, our former queen Felicity. Now, let the ceremony begin." As the ceremony progressed, I was getting more and more upset, I had lost everything it seemed.

A priest stood up, and Rachel handed him the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are all gathered here today to witness the crowning of your true queen, Queen Rachel the First. Rachel, do you swear to watch over the people of Elvenor?" Rachel nodded, "I swear to watch over the people of Elvenor and be the best queen I can possibly be." As the ceremony went on, it seemed to me that it would be going on forever. Standing in front of me, but a little to the side of the TV, the guard exclaimed, "time for the moment of truth, time to see our new queen being crowned." The guard knew this would hurt me, as she had a very sadistic smile on her face. I tried to look away, but then felt my head being turned aggressively to face the TV. I felt the emotion mentally pouring out of me as I watched Rachel being handed the orb and sceptre. I then watched as Sarah was free from her cuffs, and was handed the crown to put it on Rachel's head. She had no choice as she had something pointed at her back. I knew that it was tearing her apart inside, and the tears down her face confirmed it. Impatiently waiting, Rachel turned to her, she was getting more and more impatient by the second, "put that crown on my head you spoilt brat." Reluctantly, Sarah walked over to Rachel and placed the crown on her head. I could not believe it that Rachel would be so cruel as to make Sarah, under threat, be the one to crown her as queen. Standing up, Rachel exclaimed, "it's mine! The monarchy is finally mine!" The whole room burst into thunderous applause at the sight of their new ruler. Turning off the TV, the officer exclaimed, "it's time to go to your cell." Sighing, I stood up and followed her down a long corridor. Eventually we arrived at a cell that was room entry for one person. "Your cell, Felicity. Breakfast shall be served at 8am every morning, lunch at 1pm, and dinner at 7pm sharp. Everyone is to be properly dressed for all meals at all times. Between meal times, prisoners are welcome to use the recreation room and do as they please so long as it is up to the rules. By special order of the commissioner however, you are banned from the recreation room, and you shall be seated in another room during your meals, and your daughter is also banned from visiting you, that one being a special order from the queen."

Walking into my cell, I sat down on my bed, it, surprisingly, was quite soft so I knew I would be able to get a good nights sleep despite the squalid hellhole that I was currently incarcerated in. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was rather depressed, I had lost everything in the space of a few hours and now I was in prison, my daughter not even allowed to visit me because of a rule that Rachel, no, correction, Queen Rachel had implemented into my sentence. I could not believe that a woman who was in my employment was now the most powerful woman in the entire country, leaving aside the size of it. Everyone, including the president answered to Rachel, she was in total control. 

I was slightly cheered up in that I was given some books to read while I was in my cell. I was an avid reader when I was younger, and as I entered into adulthood it had returned. The cell in question was a grey room, about the size of a small living room, and I had everything I needed there, a bed, a sink, a toilet, a mirror. Despite the lack of colour in the room, I was in no position to complain about it as I was of the assumption that if I did, there would be more trouble, and I did not want to cause any further problems. Looking out the door, I noticed that there was a second guard outside, both of them were armed which made me gulp slightly. Before they spotted me looking, I returned to my bed and sat down. "Sarah, I've failed everything, I've failed my duties as queen, and most importantly, I've failed you as a mother" I thought to myself. Feeling slightly drowsy, I laid down on my bed and fell asleep for a little while. 

A couple of hours later I was woken to the sound of knocking on my cell door. It was one of the guards, "Felicity, time for your dinner. You shall accompany me to your eating room and eat your dinner, and when you are finished, you shall return to your cell." Following the guard down the corridor, I was subjected to cruel and vulgar insults, some of the others even spat at my feet, and to my dismay, the guard did nothing to stop them. Eventually we arrived at my eating room where the guard stood in front of me, I figured this was some kind of inspection. "Hmm, your tie is properly worn, your general appearance is very good, and we shall give you shower supplies and some toothpaste and mouthwash  later. Now, dinner time." I noticed the guard put a plate of pasta in front of me, and barked, "eat up." Fortunately, I loved to eat pasta so I was not going to complain. I was silent as I was eating because I did not feel like conversing with the two guards, and they did not look like conversing with me either. The only sound, other than their voices, was that of a small fly on the window. Despite the fact I hated flies, I chose to ignore it buzzing around until one of the guards spotted it. Walking in, the bigger of the two, a woman who I'm guessing was a previous bodybuilder or something, swotted it without any hesitation. "Always did hate flies."

How's it going so far?

At that moment I heard a familiar voice speaking, and my slight assumptions that it was someone to help me, I was dead wrong. My worst nightmare had come true, it was Rachel. "Hello officers, I just came to see how our special prisoner is doing? I hope she's being treated as per my instructions." The second officer, a skinnier woman with a fringe and long lanky legs, replied, "of course your Majesty, and how wonderful to have you grace us here." Fed up, Rachel replied, "drop the pleasantries officer, I am not here for pleasantries. I am here to see how our special prisoner is doing." Rachel was still wearing her coronation tuxedo which normally was handed over to the tailor immediately after the ceremony to be destroyed so it could not be recreated or stolen from the monarch. She was even wearing tails, a monocle, a pair of white gloves that resembled the colour of snow and a top hat.

I watched with disgust as Rachel pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me. "Well well well, it seems that I am now the most powerful Elvenorian in the entire country, and nobody else is going to threaten my reign as queen. Felicity, this crown once belonged to your family, but now that's all a lie because it's finally back with who it really belongs to, and you're looking at her right now. I am finally rewriting the history of Elvenor, no, in fact, I'm correcting it. I'm so delighted that you saw my coronation, and it must have been heartbreaking for you to watch Sarah put that very crown on my head. I put that in as a special treat for you." I was disgusted by this, and aggressively grabbed Rachel when the two guards held me back. "Don't you dare harm her Majesty, she is a better woman than you'll ever be Felicity." Rachel cackled, "I was going to show you a surprise, but now I don't think I will." Wiping some dirt off my face, I begged Rachel, "please Rachel, please allow me to see Sarah, I'm her mother, I beg of you." With a sinister smile, Rachel snapped her fingers, "fine, you want to see Sarah." At that moment I heard Sarah's voice which made me sigh with relief, I knew she was ok. I expected her to forgive me when she saw me, but little did I know, I was in for a rough surprise. 

When she arrived, Sarah was wearing a navy coloured suit and a red polka dot tie. Almost with hesitation, I went to ask her a question, and she replied, ""you are not my mother, Rachel is my mother and the true queen of Elvenor." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, my daughter, my own flesh and blood had betrayed me. Cackling, Rachel exclaimed, "she normally wouldn't say that, but she's in a sort of, hmm, how should I say it, a trance. She now obeys my every whim, and there is not a thing that you can do to help her. Let's face the facts Felicity, I reclaimed my kingdom, I turned your own daughter against you and I landed you in prison on charges of fraud and treason and the state of Elvenor. I have destroyed what little fragments of what your past used to be, and used it to shape my future as the true queen of Elvenor. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a nation to run. Sarah, let's go! Oh, and by the way, Catarina says she never wants to speak to you ever again." I was torn as I watched Rachel and Sarah walking out of my eating room, Rachel cackling insanely.

A few days later I was sitting quietly in my cell when I heard that I had a visitor. I wondered if it was Rachel again, but I was mistaken. It was Susana who was one of of Elvenor's top attorneys. The guard opened my cell to allow the attorney in. Sitting down at the foot of my bed, she exclaimed, "Felicity, it's great to see you again my friend, despite being in such surroundings. I have come here to tell you that the ancestry of Rachel and the monarchy is not quite 100 percent truthful, there were some errors, so you might just have a case for your release and return to power. As of this moment Rachel is currently speaking with her top advisers, she believes that she is the true ruler of Elvenor, but it seems that this is not entirely true. I had some of my colleagues study her ancestry, and it shows that her family were never royalty one bit. They never had one family member that could inherit the throne. She made up a document of the history of the monarchy of Elvenor, but replaced all your names with those of her family to make it seem that she was the true queen. In all my years as an attorney here, I have never seen anything so wicked, so corrupt. Anyways, I am here to escort you to the courthouse, come on."

Its a great story but I didnt understand when she was handcuffed and when the cuff were taken off. She should be escorted to court in different suit with tie maybe and shackles..

khzanzhun wrote:It’s a great story but I didnt understand when she was handcuffed and when the cuff were taken off. She should be escorted to court in different suit with tie maybe and shackles..

Fair enough, I forgot to add in those details! I’ll add them in the next bit. She’s uncuffed in the cell, but leaving it she gets cuffed and shackled

Sticking out her hand, the guard exclaimed, "for our prisoners trials, we have a separate suit and tie. Once you are done getting changed, I shall cuff and shackle you and have Susana escort you. You have five minutes to get changed!" I was handed a black skirt suit and a red tie. Sitting down at the foot of my bed, I took off my trousers and then put on the skirt which was quite comfortable despite having to wear it in this particular scenario. Taking off my pinstripe blazer, I handed it to the guard and she handed me the other one. It just about fit me but I had no authority to complain, I was powerless. I then handed her my tie and took the other one she gave me. Tying it in a Windsor knot, I looked at myself in the mirror, again despite the situation I was in, I was rather proud of my sartorial image. When I was finished getting changed, the guard barked at me to turn around. It was then that I felt the cold shackles at my feet and then the handcuffs pinning my hands behind my back. "Now, let's go Felicity! You are not going to waste my time. I don't even know why they are having this silly trial, we all know you are guilty of treason against Elvenor." 

No matter how negative it seemed, I knew that this was not the case, my family had ruled Elvenor for nearly a millennium, my ancestors had moved there from Istanbul in the 12th century and we had ruled in Elvenor ever since. Many of them left their own mark over the centuries. One of them, who had ruled in the 17th century, had been declared legally insane and was committed to a mental hospital, another had to abdicate due to him making some rather controversial decisions during his reign, another had died relatively shortly into her reign, and it meant that her two and a half year old son was named king, but someone made all the decisions on his behalf. The list is endless, but as time went on, my family was stronger than ever, and we had ruled Elvenor for nearly a millennium and had seen it progress through many turbulent times. 

Walking out of my cell, the guard escorted me down the corridor, she was marching like a stormtrooper, not afraid to bulldoze anyone who stood in her way. As we we were walking along the corridor, I was greeted by the familiar sound of hisses, spitting and cacophony of boos from my fellow inmates, but the guard did not seem to take any bit of notice to it or pretend to care. Walking outside, it was my first breath of fresh air in a few days, the cell was too difficult to get proper air in it, and the air conditioning in it was on the fritz. Looking around at the wide open view, I then felt the guard prodding me in the back, "you are not out here to lollygag about, now move it or I will not be so lenient next time." I watched as a police van pulled up, and the driver was a rather intimidating figure with a face tattoo, and a rather milky coloured eye, as if it had lost all its colour. Having no choice, I stepped into the back of the van where I was then shackled to the seat. Susana decided to get in the back with me, and the guard got into the front of the van with the driver. Straightening my tie, Susana exclaimed, "don't worry Felicity, soon you'll become queen again and everything will be ok."

As we were driving along, I was thinking of what to say and do while at the trial, I did not want to do anything that would damage my chances of being innocent. Over the centuries, the view on treason in Elvenor had changed. In the early years, it was a capital offence, but this had been abolished in the 19th century. Most of the time now it was just a prison sentence. 

Hearing the van pull up outside the courthouse, I was slightly subdued, the fate of this trial depended on my future. Knowing Rachel, she held the power to do whatever she wished, and that included banishing me from the country. The guard then opened the doors and growled at me to get out. Susana looked at me with a look that said, "everything will be ok", but I was not as optimistic as she was. Being escorted into the hall, there were many people there to see me, and they took the opportunity to spit at my feet. It broke my heart that the people had turned their back on me in such little time. 

it was clear to see that Rachel had extensively set up for the trial as she had brought her throne to sit on instead of just a regular chair. Speaking of the devil, I watched her swagger in with an air of confidence that she knew she was going to win.  This made me feel even more anxious, I almost felt defeated in a way. Rachel was wearing a navy-blue three quarter length dress, a pair of diamond earrings, a rather expensive pearl necklace and black pumps. this surprised me as it was a long standing rule that everyone who entered the Elvenorian courthouse was to wear a suit and tie at all times regardless of gender.

Suddenly I saw a set of double doors opening, and out walked the judge who had a rather stern demeanour on her face. "Alright everyone, please take your seats and we shall begin, though I think this should be over in relatively quick time." I noticed that she was looking in my direction, she was definitely in cahoots with Rachel during the entirety of this coup, though I might possibly have been wrong. Sitting down, this was the moment of truth, this trial would decrease whether I would be restored to power or face banishment from the very country that my family had ruled for 900 years. 

Susana then stood up, something in her eyes told me that we might have had a shot. "Rachel, you sit here in front of everyone present as queen of Elvenor, is it true that you made a forged copy of the document of the line of succession to the throne and handed it off as a legit method of becoming queen?" Rachel shook her head, "no, that line of succession is totally legitimate, I wouldn't joke about something like this. I am the queen of Elvenor now, and I claim legitimate rights to the throne." 

Clearly bored, almost knowing Rachel would win, the judge was almost falling asleep. Looking around the room, I spotted Sarah on the balcony facing me. She mouthed, "I'm sorry Mum" at me, and I mouthed back that it was ok. My heart dropped when I saw the person standing behind her gave her a little push, telling her to keep quiet.

As the trial progressed, something was telling me that the tide of things were swinging in our favour. "Rachel, you claim that your family has legitimate rights to the throne, but there's a slight error, you see, you claim that your family is royalty, but in fact they were banished from Elvenor 500 years ago. They were forbidden to return for the past 300 years, but obviously when the time came, you and your family decided to return under an assumed name. For the last couple of decades you were being told that you were going to be the next queen of Elvenor, and you strived to make sure that it would happen. You worked every day to ferment a plan to steal the throne from me. We have a legitimate transcript of your ancestry and from the looks of things, your family never once had anything to do with the monarchy here, they were claiming to be nobles throughout the centuries due to their wealth, and you sold it like a lemon to anyone who would listen." 

Almost as if the colour had been drained from her face, Rachel looked flabbergasted. "That's not true, I am the true queen of Elvenor, and you all know it. I was groomed from the day I was born to become queen and now I am! This sceptre belongs to me, it belongs to me and nobody else!" With each passing second, I noticed Susana had a rather suspicious looking smirk on her face, there was something that she wanted to tell everyone, and when she snapped her fingers, I watched as a young woman, not that much older than Sarah, stand up. "Your Honour, if I may, this is Sabrina Rossi, she's a rather renowned genealogist and a close friend of mine, and she has brought to light some new evidence of Rachel's ancestry."