Wings of Fire Winglets: Royalty

The throne is every young dragon's dream... but what can it cost?(Written by ApaturatheSilkWing)Princess Oasis has always desired to be the best queen she can be - way better than her mother, Queen Boil. Even though her three sisters are strong, she knows that she's the oldest and biggest, and will be the first to challenge her for the throne.The problem is that she loves her mother, and that is one of the reasons she is teased a lot. But when she is betrothed to a general's son called Char, she knows that it's her mother's fault, and would much rather see her head on a spike than have dragonets with some dim-witted sand-snorter. Then, one day, one of her sisters takes on the quest to challenge Queen Boil for the SandWing throne, and Oasis is devastated when she wins and is crowned Queen Oryx. Oasis swears revenge on her sister, but when the time has come for when she is prepared to take the throne from her, she must either help someone she loves or seize the crown.Note: This takes place 36 years before Queen Oasis's death, and the end is after The Brightest Night prologue.
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Princess Oasis was a simple dragon. She was all brawn and muscle, while her three sisters were more interested in tiaras then fighting. Sure, they were all big and strong, one of them just a little smaller than Oasis, but she bet that she could easily take them all down in a heartbeat. Just pull out a glittery golden crown or a sparkly veil with onyx in the headpiece and boom, they'd be distracted, and Oasis could jump on all three of them and snap their necks like it was nothing. Even Oryx (the second largest of the four sisters) wouldn't see it coming.
Oasis was only a few weeks away from turning seven, and she couldn't wait to challenge Mother. Queen Boil was an arrogant, self-righteous, dung-licking, outrageous, infuriating, irritating, bossy, sassy - any negative words Oasis could think of, her mother was that.
Even through all that, however, she still admired her, and despite her dreams, didn't think she'd be able to challenge her just yet.
Well, not yet, maybe.
Right now Oasis was basking in the sunlight in the courtyard. The warm sun cast a pale white-yellow glow all over the palace and she was absorbing as much of it as she could. The heat seeped into her scales, warming up her wings, her snout, her tail, and she was almost falling asleep when-
"Princess Oasis."
Oasis lifted her head irritably and snapped, "What?"
The messenger cleared his throat. "Your mother wants you in her throne room immediately."
"Why?"
The other SandWing looked faintly embarrassed and in his gaze was... was that irritation? How dare he be irritated at the princess!
"That is not for me to say," the messenger-guard-whatever-Oasis-didn't-care said, bowing his head a little. That also infuriated Oasis. Bow lower! Tuck in your chin! Flick your wings out! Straighten your tail! Just her posture made Oasis want to go smash his head in on a wall! Hadn't this dragon been to school? Where had he learned to address royalty? Where had he learned some respect?!
"Well, I shall be going, then," Oasis said out loud, deciding not to speak all her angry thoughts about the SandWing, but not hiding all the emotions showing on her face. "Come with me, er... what was your name again?"
"Char," the messenger replied. "My name is Char."
"Oh," Oasis said. "You're General Coyote's son. Right?"
"Yes," Char replied with an air of impatience. Abruptly he added, "Shall we go now, O- Princess Oasis?"
"Yes, yes, of course," Oasis responded. She spread her wings and lifted into the air, not really caring whether Char was behind her or not. She flew up to the second highest tower - not her mother's spare tower, that had this one prisoner in it who kept yelling and yelling and yelling - and flew in right through the window, which Boil had said not to do, but what did Oasis care about any instructions Mother gave her?
She landed on the soft dark red velvet carpet - wow, red, such a majestic and totally original choice of colour for a royal's throne room carpet, she thought sarcastically - and slowly walked, holding herself in a grand way, towards Queen Boil's throne.
Once she arrived at the foot of the throne, she crouched down into a bow, which she thought she shouldn't do because she was a princess and only lower aristocrats or peasants bowed to royalty, and waited for what her mother would say.
Queen Boil was a tall, dark, dusty-sandy colour with dark black diamond patterns along her wings and tail. Her dark black eyes were blank and cold, and her horns were straight and black. Her claws were painted with different desert-related patterns - a cactus on one, a thorn on the other, the head of a jerboa on a third - and had shiny black onyx jewels embedded in them.
"Oasis," she hissed, her black forked tongue flicking out of her mouth, through her sharp, yellowed teeth. Even though she was her mother, every time Oasis heard Boil say her name, it gave her chills.
"What do you need, Mother?" Oasis asked, barely managing to stop her voice from trembling. She was the oldest heir, but every time she came face-to-face with the queen, Oasis was always terrified. Her sisters were, too, but always teased her instead.
The thing was that, even though Boil was frightening, Oasis still loved her. She knew her Big Great Destiny was to challenge her and become the SandWing queen (someday, maybe when she was seven, which was only in a few weeks), but she admired and almost worshipped her mother, and loved her with all her heart.
"I have come to discuss your dragonets," Boil suddenly slithered, snapping Oasis back to what was happening right now (get that through your think skull, Oasis, you're literally in front of your mother!).
"What about them, Mother?" Oasis said quietly.
"You are to marry someone someday," Boil began, "and so I will be the one choosing who you have dragonets with."
"What?" Oasis couldn't help but cry out. "But- but- shouldn't that be my choice? What about my feelings?"
"I am your mother, and you will do as I say," Boil snarled, silencing her daughter at once.
"Now," the queen said again, "the dragon you are expected to marry, and are hereby engaged to by my word, is Char."
Oasis risked a glance beside her. Char was next to her though a few steps behind her, and he looked just as shocked and bewildered as she was, but Oasis knew she was nothing like the expression of, well, dumbness across his face.
The princess glanced back at her mother.
She now officially hated Queen Boil.
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