Unfit for the Crown

by Animal
== Preface ==
Mother says I'm going to get married. I knew that was coming, I always did. But what surprised me was that I'm going to be wed to a prince. I know what you're thinking: Eww, isn't that prince part of your family? No, he's not. That's because he is a SandWing. 
Mother says that I'm going to marry him is to create and alliance between the SeaWings and SandWings. If I am wed to whoever this SandWing character is, then my sister, Mako, will be eligible for the throne. 
When I marry the SandWing prince, the SeaWings and SandWings will benefit from the islands south and west of the Kingdom of Sand, and build a stronghold on the largest island for both tribes to use, in case we might need to fend off the MudWings and SkyWings. So, when I marry the prince, a political alliance is formed. You might think this sounds like a win-win. 
Not for me.
== Chapter 1 ==
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. 
Gale's back when up and down as she breathed softly, deep asleep in her bed of seaweed. Her head rested on her talons, and her tail swished side to side. 
Gale opened an eye when she heard talon steps enter the room. "Mmph," Gale grumbled. 
Mackrel, the servant, bowed politely and took a few steps back. "Your mother wants to see you in the throne room in a few minutes," he announced. His gray-blue scales were wet and glossy. 
"Alright," replied Gale. "Thank you." 
Mackerel bowed once again, "I'll call in your dressers," he walked elegantly out of the room, probably to awaken her sister, Mako. 
Gale yawned and stretched, and got up from her comfortable bed. The dressers came in soon, one after another. She sat down on the pink cushion stool infant of her vanity. Soon, green and blue scales flashed across her eyes, and all of a sudden Gale was adorned in pearls. 
A few necklaces were draped across her neck and wings, whilst her ears were pierced with small shell earrings. Finally, one dresser dipped a pad in powder and dabbed it on Gale's cheeks. All that time, while the dressers gossiped, she sat still an emotionless, as if she was a statue. It was like that every time. 
"You look beautiful!" cried one of the dressers. 
"Thanks," mumbled Gale. She walked off with long, slow strides while the dressers tidied up. 
Want does mother want now? Gale pondered. 
As Gale approached the throne room, she heard her mother whispering in a shushed tone to Queen Tamarin. 
Gale stood right outside the room, leaning against the wall, straining her ears to hear. "I don't think she'll be ready," said the Gale's mother. 
"I know how you feel, Anemone," Queen Tamarin said tenderly. "But you gotta do this," 
Queen Anemone sighed. "I know." 
Gale heard her mother shift back into her throne beside Tamarin. It was time. 
Gale walked in slowly, and Anemone looked up. "Hello, dear!" she cried. 
"Mother!" complained Gale. "I am seven years old and you STILL treat be like a baby," 
Queen Anemone settled back into her throne and put on a straight face. 
Mako silently walked in and stood beside Gale. 
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