Here is section #1, from the top! (not really a chapter, just the opening scene from the book. I reworked my intro. Hopefully formatting works!) 

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"Lucius ducked not a moment too soon. An arrow flew directly over his head, cracking against stone, and another followed before the first had even hit the ground. The second crack was heard clearly over the stunned silence. Then the queen screamed, the guards burst into action, and the crowd erupted into a frenzied panic. Lucius was a leaf on the wind in the wake of chaos. Guards pulled him inside the church doors and hurried to shut them before the panicked crowd could reach the sanctuary. A hand yanked him away from the opening as a guard to his left collapsed. More hands pushed him further back, behind a wall of soldiers and servants and priests, but the arms of his mother finally held him still. She gripped his shoulders, desperately searching for injuries. “Alright?” 

He nodded.

“Alright.” Still, Deanna looked him over one more time before she was satisfied. Her tentative smile was reassuring, but her eyes were still worried. 

Lucuis finally came to himself, shaking off the haze of shock that had settled over his senses, and pulled his mother into a hug. She was shaking. “Are you alright?” He felt her nod against his shoulder but only held her tighter. “You screamed.”

Her laugh was nervous. “What else am I supposed to do when an arrow nearly kills you?” 

Lucius wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he turned to look at the chaos behind them. Sounds of chaos and panic assaulted his ears. The doors were secure, but the way they shook against the thunderous crowd was less than reassuring. He kept his mother under his arm and guided her towards a huddle of soldiers. Jaque’s orders were clear even over the chaos. “She has red hair; I want everyone out there taking any woman with red hair in for questioning.” His eyes caught Lucius’, and his expression darkened. “Your majesty, my sincerest apologies for the intrusion, I- What are you still doing here? GO! She’ll be gone by the time you get on it!” The men gathered around him wasted no more time listening. They followed two of the church servants; no doubt out through different doors. Jaque composed himself. “My apologies. I know it is the utmost of importance to catch the assassin. Not at the cost of your safety, however.” 

 His mother nodded curtly beside him. “Indeed.” 

Jaque hesitated at her tone. “Again, my apologies. A room is being secured as we speak, and backup is on its way. Oliver!” He called over a soldier hovering near Lucius; one of his personal guards. “Take their majesties to the room. Take several men with you; you are not to move from position until I personally say so. We don’t know how big the threat is, yet.” 

Oliver nodded at Jaque, and then jerked his chin at Lucius. “Come with me, your Majesty. Your highness.” Other soldiers fell into step around them as Oliver rushed through the church to a more secure location. The further they went into winding hallways and up stairs, the quieter the crowd got. Eventually, only clanging armor and heavy footsteps echoed as the guards escorted them. 

They halted rather abruptly and Oliver ushered them into a small room. “I’ll be joining you in a moment.” Lucius made sure to lock the door behind him anyways; to be cautious. He glanced around the room. There were shelves full of scrolls, and a few desks for scribes to copy texts. He pulled out a chair for his mother to rest in and helped her to sit. She hadn’t stopped trembling, but neither did she let her fear show. Lucius smiled softly and squeezed her hand.

Oliver’s hushed tones drifted through the door. As they waited, unsure what to do, fatigue began to creep through Lucius’ coursing adrenaline. Then the door shook, and he jumped. Maybe he wasn’t completely to his senses yet. “Your majesty, it’s me-” Lucius let him in, locked the door again, and then returned to his mother’s side. The soldier stood against the door, his eyes scanning the two. “No injuries? Just-” he glanced at the queen’s pale face, “shock?” 

“No injuries. How’s it look outside?” There had been so much going on, and there was no way to tell what exactly had happened. There was at least one assassin, a woman with red hair, but they wouldn’t know the extent of the threat for quite some time. Lucius was beginning to develop quite the headache. 

Oliver seemed to sense this and strode across the room, pulling out another chair for Lucius. He returned to his post at the door while the king sat. “Directly outside, there are several men staged at the end of this hall, and several around the corner. There is only one way to access this hallway. You’ll be safe here.” He kept speaking, despite the queen’s withering glare. “We spotted one assassin at the back of the crowd. A woman, with red hair. By now the city should be shut down and everyone on the lookout. With any luck, she’ll try to leave and we’ll have her in the hour. Without luck, she’d have the good senses to hide. It could be a long wait.” 

“With any luck you’d have taken my advice and been more cautious.” 

Oliver stared at Deanna. “I beg your pardon?”

The queen’s fiery gaze fell upon Lucius. “I told Jaque, mother. Obviously.” He explained, reaching out to give her hand a comforting squeeze. “I know it seemed like I didn’t take you seriously, but I did think to tell him your complaints.” In truth, Lucius hadn’t believed a word that she said. He only told Jaque out of a sense of obligation to appeasing his poor mother’s worries. Mothers, as it turns out, always know best. Lucius could only wish he had taken her seriously. Still, despite how much he had adamantly disagreed that he was in danger, a small part of him had remained uneasy. The seed of doubt his mother had sewn was unrelenting, no matter how much he tried to ignore it. A loud noise would send tension shooting through his body; a quick movement would cause a flinch. He would have to force himself to relax, annoyed. But it was the paranoia that ended up saving his life. Lucius squeezed her hand again and nodded thoughtfully. “Your warning set me on edge. Thank you.” 

“I wish I had been wrong.” She was smiling at him, but her voice was laced with sorrow. After a moment of silence, she straightened. Their guard was still standing by the door, his expression revealing nothing, but inevitably curious. Mom’s name looked at Lucius questioningly, and he gave her a nod. 

Oliver had been on his personal guard for 15 years. His loyalty was unwavering, and his friendship steady. “She predicted the attempt,” Lucius began. When Oliver said nothing, he continued. “She was worried my life was in danger because she thinks that my father was poisoned. If someone was trying to get him out of the way, removing me would be the next logical step.” The queen was nodding solemnly, her face grave. Lucius sighed. “Obviously, she was right about the danger.”

“And therefore right about King Ignes,” Oliver added. “If, and I’m not saying that this is completely true, but if she’s right about someone attempting to assassinate both of you, what does that mean?”

Both Oliver and Deanna looked to Lucius for an answer. He tried not to let his composure slide, but couldn’t help the waver in his voice. “War.” "

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Let me know what you think! Does it flow well? Do you understand? I want you to have questions about the story so you keep reading, but I hope I'm causing you to ask the right questions. So, let me know, what sort of questions this small scene gives you!

Thanks guysss

I loved your first part! And the names were so dystopian and very cool.

I saw you were accepted into a school in california, that's so cool!!! I looked at a few colleges over there, but I'm still undecided, though, in my defence I have a little over a year before I need to make a decision, and don't send out apps until next year. Planning on staying in Washington though because out of state tution is kind of terrifying  

Here is some random artwork to kill time until finals are over... It's a map of the kingdom! Temell is the rival kingdom and Northland is... pretty much uncharted. But all the other places are dutchies in the Kingdom of ________. ....Yes I can't remember the kingdom's name don't @ me lol.

Anyways, Belfrise is the main capitol. That's where the capitol city is, and yada yada yada. Enjoy my neet map that I am veryy proud of hehe. 

OKay ended up doing some writing tonight anyways OOPSSS when creativity strikes who am I to resist but an utter weakling? I fixed the end of the last bit I posted and extended that scene more smoothly. So here is last scene's ending PT 2! I'll post the first bit of what Olliver says before things change so you know where I'm at. 

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“And therefore right about King Ignes,” Oliver added. “If, and I’m not saying that this is completely true, but if she’s right about someone attempting to assassinate both of you, what does that mean?”

“That’s assuming it’s the same person,” Lucius said. “Poison and arrows are hardly similar; private versus public.”

“Or the same person hiring different assassins to make it less suspicious. They obviously wanted your father’s death to remain a secret, Lucius. The poison they used was virtually undetectable.” Deanna’s tired voice didn’t go unnoticed.

Lucius had to remember she had just lost her husband and almost her son. He wasn’t about to explain how the supposed poison had been completely undetectable, or voice any other concerns with her ideas. There was no evidence to back her claims. Other than her scarily accurate prediction, of course. She had theorized that Lucius’s life would be in danger around his coronation a week prior, so he kept his mouth shut. 

Seeming to catch the hint, Oliver didn’t argue. “Hopefully Jaque will catch the assassin and we will get more information.” 

There was a lot resting on that hope. Without evidence, Lucius wasn’t sure much more could be done besides quadrupling his security for an indefinite amount of time. He sighed and learned back in the cold, wooden chair, trying not to think of the bleak future ahead. His introduction to kinghood had certainly not been ideal.

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Hopefully this answers more of the questions I want answered! Let me know what information you glean from this edit... it's kind of important and I'm smh for not including it the first go about.

Anyways, I figure I won't be posting full chapters... but scenes. This one scene was 1400!!

(P.S.... Is kinghood a word? is that weird???)

Hi!! I'm... Uh... Meh I haven't been using my CB name lately. It's old. It's weird. And I don't think anyone likes it.

Nice to meet you! I've been around the CB for a while... For a few months in 2019 I appeared here, then kinda disappeared for a long time, and now I'm on and off. Honestly I love the idea but I don't have the patience for a forum lol

So yeah nice to meet you! It's always so cool to see older CBers return. It's weird to think that this has been around for sooo long, that some of the people who used to be here are all grown up. I wonder how long the CB has been around... Actually brb ima go see!

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Hello all! Here is the next scene! I've been enjoying my Chistmas break... (I did an ATLA Marathon with my friends. It took us 31 hours with some breaks, and I only slept 30 minutes during the whole thing!! It was superr fun.) I've been doing more worldbuilding/plotting/character developmenting than actualy writing recently, but I did get this scene done!!

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Eventually reinforcements arrived to escort them back to the castle. The only threat had been one assassin, so a carriage lined with iron and lacking windows was the perfect solution to safe transportation. It was, however, tedious with their escort walking on foot. Lucius had sent a messenger ahead of them to summon the King’s Court; there was no time to waste. He needed to meet with his advisors immediately and determine a course of action. Attempted assasination was no small act of treason. Or war, he thought grimly. There was every possibility that their neighboring kingdom, Temel, had gotten sick of sharing borders and saw his father’s death as the perfect opportunity to breed chaos. Lucius had no heirs to his name; appointing a new King would lead to dissension among the people and nobles as they tried to determine which of his relatives had a truer claim. 

Leopold, perhaps? His cousin wouldn’t be too thrilled about ruling, although he would do well. Lucius shook his head. These thoughts were pointless now; the attempt had failed. Jaque would be paranoid as the Chief Guard and demand extremely excessive protection. It would be fine. He would be fine, and safe, and back in the castle within the hour. There was no point in worrying. 

He worried anyways. 

Finally, sick of imagining all of the ways his assassin could have been successful, Lucius turned to his mother. “It’s a wonder we don’t use this carriage more often,” he joked. “Dark, cold, and terribly noisy. It’s the picture of comfort.” 

She smiled softly at his joke, but her expression grew serious as she lifted a candle to his face. “This might be your permanent means of travel, Lucius.”

He nodded and turned away from her searching eyes. “Doesn’t mean I can’t complain about it. Maybe they’ll add seat cushions if I whine enough.” This time his mother did laugh, and he smiled too. Then he remembered everything again, and he began to massage his temples in an attempt to ease the nasty headache that had developed over the last several hours. His mother was the acting queen; Lucius wasn’t married, which means he had no reason to require Deanna to retire. This also meant that she would be required to attend the King’s Court he had called. Which also meant he needed to ask her to keep her suspicions about the late King Ignes to herself. It would only cause confusion and breed division. Without any proof to back her claims, there was no point in bringing it up. There were more pressing matters at hand; like his life.

He glanced at his mother and braced himself. “I’d like to request that you keep your concerns about father quiet for the time being.” 

To his surprise, she didn’t immediately lash out. She must have been more worn out from the day than he thought. “Why?” 

“It’s not relevant,” he explained, “and there is no evidence. Right now, bringing up your suspicions about King Ignes will cause chaos and divide members of the court. I would not be surprised if many agreed with you, but I doubt that everyone will be so easily convinced.”

The queen turned as if to look out a window but, as there were no windows, she ended up staring at the candle in her hands. “It may very well be more relevant than you think.” Her voice was timid, and Lucius felt the invisible weight on his shoulders grow heavier. 

She had loved her husband. Even though the kingdom’s official days of mourning for their king were over, Lucius knew that his mother would continue to grieve in her heart for a long time. “I’m sorry.” When she didn’t respond, he continued, “I promise we can look into it as soon as the present situation is resolved. Besides, if the assassin is caught, she might have information about King Ignes that will back your claims.”

“That’s a big if.”

It was desperation that fueled his laugh. “I don’t know what can be done if she isn’t caught. I spend the rest of my life imprisoned by my own guards?” 

Deanna, the Queen of Valoria, could only pat his knee in response.

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Let me know if anything isn't clear, or sounds really awkward writing-wise. Thank you SO much to everyone  giving me advice! I provide free 'entertainment' and you guys provide free editing + Motivation. I'm mainly here for the motivation, but getting advice is a big bonus, too. :D