Saturday, September 26, 2020
Home Fiction The Queen's Dilemma

The Queen’s Dilemma

Bloomland sparkled in the warmth of the golden sun. Tiny wings glittered, darting from flower to another. Preparations for Autumnal Equinox were in full swing. After offering their gratitude to Goddess Khloris, the faeries would follow the Queen into the Enchantè forest. Udumbara would bloom again, bringing prosperity to their kingdom for another 3000 years. 

“Milady, Mother Oseca has arrived,” Amili informed the Queen, who was surveying the arrangements. 

Queen Melissa was delighted and rushed to meet her. Mother Oseca was a revered healer in the Faerie World. Melissa curtsied to a tiny faerie with platinum wings. “Bless me, Mother Oseca.”

“May Goddess Khloris be with you.”

“Thank you for joining the celebrations.” Melissa beamed at her. 

“I had to come, Melissa. Do you know the history of Udumbara?” Her tone held an urgency to it. 

The question confused her. “The holy flower can be touched only by the Queen. She has to place it in the Pistil tower in the center of the kingdom to ward off evil.”

“And, the Queen should be a descendant of the crown.” Mother Oseca added, “You can’t touch the flower, Melissa.”

“What!” She was dumbstruck. 

“I apologize for this, but I had no choice. You were adopted when the Queen’s child turned out to be different. Faeries who cannot control their magic are dangerous, as you know.” 

“Xeni,” Melissa whispered.

“Yes. When the Queen couldn’t have another child, she decided to make you, the daughter of her maid, her heiress.”

Melissa wanted to scream and deny the truth. Mother Oseca was lying. She had to be. But, Mother Oseca never uttered a false word. Why would she?

Melissa gasped as the truth sunk in. “Xeni is in the thorny chambers. Does she… know?” 

Mother Oseca nodded. She appeared calm. 

Melissa slumped into a chair. The revelation crushed her heart. She’d been playing the role of a Queen when the rightful descendant was getting her magic nullified in the thorny chamber. How did she let it happen? Why didn’t Xeni say a word? She swallowed the lump in her throat. She blinked back the tears as the words of her mother echoed. A Queen should be in control of her emotions.

She squared her shoulders. “I will step down.”

“Princess Xeni is here, milady,” Amili announced before Mother Oseca could reply. 

Melissa was unable to face her sister. How could she? “Xeni, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t aware.” 

“I know, Melissa. It was meant to be.” 

“Not anymore.” 

“What do you mean?”  

“I will step down.” 

“You can’t do that!” Xeni was alarmed.

Mother Oseca spoke, silencing them both. “Melissa, do what your heart says.”


The news shocked the faeries. The deafening silence shattered when Amili bowed to Melissa. “You will always be our Queen.”

Other faeries cheered their acceptance. They knew Melissa was capable and kind-hearted. Xeni clapped in relief. She knew her limitations. Mother Oseca smiled. The faeries loved their Queen. Melissa said nothing. Her entire life was a lie. 


External Links: 

Goddess Khloris-

Udumbara flower-


Photo By: Skylife


This is an entry for #TheLie #Five00-8, a room8 writing event –in 500 words.
Check out the event guidelines here:

Room8 appreciates your rating the story out of 10 in the comments.

Srivalli Rekha
Srivalli Rekha
Srivalli Rekha is a blogger, writer, nature lover, passionate cook, an amateur photographer who cannot live without reading books and good music. Her stories are featured in Sweek Flash Fiction Book(2018), Tales From the Cliff Anthology (2018) and 72 Hours of Insanity: Anthology of the Games Volume IV (2018).
- Advertisment -

Don't Miss

Games At Twilight

Adare, County Limerick  2020 “Something 'bout this photograph takes me back in time,” said the retiring Inspector. He was looking down at the contents of his...

To Be Or Not To Be!

In the days of yore, there lived King Chaucer who hailed from the House of Fame and ruled over the kingdom of Canterbury. He...

Seven Happy Kids

How often is it that you see some kids playing and feel nostalgic? Blissful, Isn’t it? Well, this is a simple and sweet story...

At stake

Seven girls were chosen from the village.  The requirements were exacting and the priest wouldn’t settle for anything less. Chaste virgins with no impure thoughts...