Imperial Dynasty

AINARA WELLINGTON.

I never thought that my rise to the throne would be at such a young age, although my father was the one who held the record for the youngest king and until now the longest, beginning his reign at the age of 13 when my grandfather Elías II He died of pneumonia, my father Elías III assumed his responsibility like a true man and put Lousa on the entire world map as one of the most prosperous and profitable countries to live with a minimum rate of poverty. It was a dream to live in this beautiful country.

But now I will not tell you about the very good infrastructure of this empire. Elías III passed away in the morning at the age of 60 due to cardiorespiratory arrest, while I was on tour in countries where the need for all the basic elements of life was literally scarce.

Now I was traveling back to Lousa where in a few hours I will be crowned as the new queen, under the pressure of many speculations, because from a very young age I was raised for this great day.

The private plane descends until it touches the pavement, through my window I could see the number of photographers waiting for me. He was wearing all black attire, all royals were required to wear one in case this kind of situation arose. The hat that I had on my head had a mesh that partially covered my face, I lower it and my assistant makes a sign indicating that I could leave.

In a few seconds, the flashes hit my face, immediately a lump formed in my throat and I was completely static on the stairs of the plane. The questions began to be thrown like grenades, some good and some bad affecting my emotional stability at that time.

Having lost my father and not being there to accompany his last days of life ate at my head, King Elijah, despite carrying that great position on his shoulders, took time to play with me and my brothers, he was an exemplary father.

" Don't worry honey, we're with you."

My assistant takes me by the hand and we end up going down, fortunately, the car that was waiting for us was not so far away, we got in and headed for Westershire Castle, from there we started the walk to the Wellington royal family cemetery.

While we were on our way to the outskirts of all the houses they had raised the flag of the country, with a blue background, red stripes, and a large red circle with a star in the middle. On the balconies, the jacarandas adorned the facade and not to mention the colonial houses that were still standing, and on the other hand, there were gigantic buildings. Is a great contrast between the modern and the old.

When we entered the street that leads directly to Westershire Castle on the sidewalks were most of the citizens waving their mini flags in the air in honor of my father. Smile with closed lips and speak.

" I want to get off here." talked.

" Why? His mother is waiting for us, we are ten minutes late". My assistant was afraid of my mother and I don't blame her, that woman could be the very incarnation of the devil.

" I have traveled for fifteen hours, a few minutes will not kill her, so Martin stops the car".

" As your majesty commands." Martin stops the car in the middle of the street and when he opens the armored car door, it doesn't take long for the noise to penetrate my ears.

The faithful Lousianos, between tears and cheers, gave me white roses as a symbol of hope and peace, I smile at each one with closed lips and shake their hands. Among the whole bunch of adults, boys and girls assured me that one day they were going to be princes and princesses like me and my brothers. When I was among all my people I felt full and happy, there was not a single moment in which I did not think about the well-being of each one.

My assistant Marie followed me throughout my walk and the car went very slowly without leaving my back for a single second. Despite being a great country and completely neutral in war decisions, we had enemies who wanted to see the royalty of Lousa dead.

I waved my hand in the air as a sign of farewell and returned to the car to finally give my father a holy burial. In my hands, I had so many roses that I would place them in dad's coffin. The great steel gates of the palace open and I enter my home, where I spend most of my time playing in the vastness of the Westershire palace.

" Ainara, you are half an hour late for your father's funeral". Those are the first words my mother says to me after three months out of the country.

Margaret Hebert is a cold and calculating woman, she was the queen consort of King Elijah III. Both are descendants of King Arthur I and Magnolia de Buitrago. Famously known as the grandparents of the entire continent. Being my father and my mother, cousins, but very, very, very distant. You know what royalty was like when it came to genetics.

It should be noted that I do not have a good relationship with her and it is for a pretty justifiable reason.

My grandparents forced my mother to be perfect from a very young age, her destiny was already more than outlined and she had to fulfill it to the letter and intended to do the same with me, but my father did not allow it and it was thanks to him that my brothers and I live our stages, clearly without forgetting our real obligations.

" I'm not going to argue with you, mother." Stepping away, while waving my hand, I could feel his hurried footsteps coming in my direction. "This is not the time for that, I want to say goodbye to my father."

" Don't turn your back on me, Ainara!" - He exclaims full of anger.

And without paying any attention to him, I continued walking to the great royal hall, the rest of my relatives, dad's friends and celebrities were there.

" Ainara". my younger brother Paul, when he sees me, approaches me with his teary eyes.

Paul Wellington is 15 years old, he came into our lives as a fallen angel and was the child of my father's eyes. I wrap my arms around him and kiss the top of his head.

" Calm down little brother."

" I was with him when that happened." hype "It was very sad to see him like this."

" May that not be the last memory you have of him Paul, remember him when he was happy when he ran behind us in the yard.

" I try, but I can't." looks me straight in the eye.

" Paul, I'm sure dad would not like to see you like this, you must be strong, for him and us.

" To be honest, you must be the strong one for us."

Mikelson Wellington, the middle brother arrives at our side. Mike was the sensation among all the elite we live in, tall, blond, grey-eyed, and with a damn toned body... well the three of us had a strict exercise regimen, we were not allowed to get fat at all, since we had to show the people that, leading a healthy life, we could live better. Paul was so physically identical to Mike that they could easily be twins. More however I was a little different. My hair was reddish and my eyes were light brown, my skin tone was a little more tan, and I was shorter than my brothers.

" Michaelson, friend.

Another voice outside of us joins the conversation, when I turn I see one of the most coveted men in the entire country. George Stainfield hated that man, he was arrogant, manipulative, egotistical, Marcasite, and simply because his father is the Duke of Lousa and a close friend of his father. I roll my eyes and continue on my way next to Paul who also hated him.

" I don't understand how Mikelson can stand it." says my little brother.

" Needless to say, I can't even hear his name because my whole day is messed up." Paul laughs lightly.

" I'll leave you alone so you can see our father one last time," he says as he stands near the coffin of Elías III.

" Thanks, brother".

Paul walks away leaving me alone with my father and other people, but they had their family conversation. Seeing my father's face through a glass felt my heart shatter, he looked so serene, like he was just taking a nice nap.

" Just look at you," I spoke softly to him. "You couldn't wait for me to get back from my trip." I reproach him. "Now you left me alone."

Silent tears began to roll down my cheeks, I quickly wipe them before the protocol that must be maintained.

" We will never forget you."

And a few minutes later in a hearse, Elías Wellington marched down the great street that would take him to his eternal rest. The citizens mourned the departure of the great monarch, a man of integrity who never failed his people and gave his best to make their lives the best.

As the future queen, I was not allowed to do certain kinds of things, but at that time I didn't care, I always carried a locket with me where my brothers, I, and our father appeared, without mom because she never wanted to be in our photographs, I placed it on the coffin and gave directions for them to begin sealing the tomb.

The place where Elías was buried was so big that there were 4 more places for when we, his children died and his wife too, but at no time did I get uncomfortable, after all at the end of the tunnel it is the only thing that awaits us.

When the Clock struck six o'clock in the evening, the chimes of the great clock tower began to chime six times and now I had an off-white dress and a large cape that took up almost an entire room, it was too heavy for me and behind that supported an entire town, together with parliamentarians and my family, right in front of me was a priest giving me his blessing.

" By the power granted to me, I proclaim Ainara Isabel Wellington Herbert as the new sovereign of Lousa". On my head, they placed a beautiful crown full of diamonds and colored precious stones.

The soldiers in a synchronized act make an arch with swords which led to a large balcony, the red curtains that prevented them from seeing inside open and immediately the noise is heard, the trumpets began to sound and I went out into the light.

I was just facing my people as the new monarch of Lousa.

But I know that this is just the beginning.