Personal Narrative-Memoir Of War

Her face was so familiar, everything about it. From her sparkling eyes to the way she raised her eyebrow when she talked. Alistair couldn’t wrap his mind around it. She was the Princess, of course everyone knew her. But, there was something in the way she moved that brought back memories. Memories he didn’t even know he had. He couldn’t help but stare as the new Princess took her place beside the King, the crowd erupting into cheers and clapped loudly on either side of him.
The country had just been through the biggest war of their existence. For centuries, the small area had been left alone. No one bothered because they had so little to offer. However, this war got so bad that the King had to go into battle himself and was quickly murdered. The nation felt the pain through every city and town, no one knew what to do. Their king was so young, so brave. He hadn’t a chance to carry on his bloodline and his ancestors had passed from old age or the Black Death. Or so they thought. In England, a distant cousin of King James lived with his daughter. He had just lost his wife to the end of the plague and was happy to move, much to everyone’s excitement.
Now at the Coronation for the King, Alistair sat front row. His eyes were wide. His family were the King’s workers and Alistair himself was to help out in the kitchen until the King …show more content…
Eloise was too busy focusing on the young boy in the front row. It was clear by his garments that he was not a normal citizen, but he wasn’t an advisor’s son either. His dark eyes meeting hers caused a chain reaction that hitched her breathing in her throat. Something about him made her miss her childhood. The blonde’s attention was stolen away as her father’s hand landed on her arm. Immediately, a large and fake smile plastered across her lips. “...We are proud to be here and honored to serve you.” The King ended his speech, looking proudly at his daughter as she sheepishly