Knecks and Hearts

Ellie is the queen of Ramadia. Ulysses is a poor baker. What are the odds of them falling in love, especially when it's against everything they've ever known? Inside is the heart wrenching tale of the love that was never meant to be, and the people who lived it.

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1. Pilot

Crazy thing, love. It takes you farther than you ever imagined. It makes you do things you never thought you'd do. Say things you never thought you'd say. Three simple words can change the course of destiny. They can resolve any conflict, or like us, start ones. If used in the right place at the right time, they can start journeys, happiness, lives. But not us. Not then. Not there. I like to believe that I was born in the wrong generation. And, maybe, I was. But I'm grateful for that little fault in our stars. If they'd been right,I never would've met Ulysses. I never would've been able to give Ramadia the government it deserved. I never would've been able to use those game changing words: I love you. ***** "Ellie Rae. Rise." I rose. "Do you swear to fulfill the duties and responsibilities of that of a queen?" In that moment I thanked my lucky stars that I could act. On the outside, I was cool and collected. But on the inside, I was miserable. I did not want to be the queen of Ramadia. But, as usual, I bit my tongue, let my father slap me around a little bit, and then came to be sworn into Queen-ery. I rise my chin confidently and spoke, "I swear." "Do you swear to bless every necklace chosen marriage?" Oh. Right. Reaching up to finger my own necklace, I mentally sighed. Every citizen of Ramadia wears a necklace that lights up when you finally meet your soul mate. Mine has yet to light. "I swear." "Do you swear to treat each and every citizen equally?" Do I have to? I thought. "I swear." The judge looked at me and smiled. "Hail the queen." And that was that. ***** After I finally moved everything into the royal castle, my parents showed up. Great. Thanks. Not like I needed you a hour ago. I'm the queen of Ramadia, but hey, it's all cool. "Honey, we're so proud of you!" My mother smiled, embracing me. I have her a small squeeze. Don't take this the wrong way or anything, I love my mother, its just that she disgusts me. She just sits there and watches as my father smacks me around. I looked over at him and he gives me a wicked smile. If looks could kill, he'd be six feet under. But, no. That'd be to easy. My mother coughed awkwardly, noticing our silent but deadly exchange. "The place looks great, sweetheart. I love what you did with it." My mother spoke. I looked around. There was just a bunch of boxes and a lonesome chair. I mumbled something along the lines of thanks. After a few moments of awkward silence, she sighed. "Well, I hate to do this, but we must go. I've got to get dinner started. Maybe you can join us? It's chicken and dumpling night, your favorite...?" She prompted. "No." I said, it coming out a little stronger than I meant. "It's just that I've got a lot of unpacking and such to do. Maybe another night?" I said. Nice save. I mentally high fived myself. She looked disappointed. "Yes, another time." She said wistfully. With that, they left. Curling up in the lone chair, I drifted to sleep, dreaming of the day when my necklace finally lights.

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