Kingdom of New Edinburgh – Chapter Two

Melisande Cassadine was known by many names. “Happy” wasn’t one of them.


She should have been queen. From the day she was born, her parents centred their lives around her. They taught her all the social graces, all the the right people to know, all the right things to say. They neglected to teach her compassion. Or common sense.
She was not brought up to know failure, only entitlement. And they told her that it was her destiny to marry Prince Frederic, there was no other woman that he could ask. No other woman as beautiful and cultured as her. It was simply a matter of time.

So Melisande became his friend in childhood, to make his acquaintance as soon as possible. And she told herself that she liked him. Melisande felt that she could be herself in his company. She gossiped and told him every dirty little secret she knew. She made up a few about the women she thought were her rivals.

It was puzzling that Frederic never made any romantic overtures towards her. But perhaps that was just good breeding. So Melisande bided her time and refused any other suitor. It was just a matter of time.

When Frederic was made king of New Edinburgh, Melisande thought that he would ask for her hand in marriage then. After all, she was the only unmarried noblewoman left in their kingdom.

Melisande never considered that he would marry someone from another kingdom. She was shocked and wounded when he married Kathleen, from another kingdom. It was all his father’s doing, Melisande thought savagely.

And since she had chased off every other man, Melisande found herself pushed into an arranged marriage. “You can not stay unmarried while Frederic has a wife”, her mother scolded. And so Melisande married Gregor Cassadine, and pretended to be happy. Even though she wasn’t.

She didn’t like Gregor. But he did want to move to New Edinburgh, and Melisande was eager to be there. To be near Frederic. Maybe – maybe, if she couldn’t be his wife, she could be his mistress. Or maybe Kathleen would die in childbirth or something.

So she socialized with the royals as often as possible, never noticing that the invitations were more and more infrequent.


It was disappointing that Kathleen survived childbirth quite nicely, and gave birth to Prince Geoffrey. While the royal couple cooed over their babe, Melisande plotted. She would give birth too – to a daughter. If she couldn’t be queen, she would be the mother of one.


So Melisande became very willing to share her bed with Gregor – until her belly swelled.


The deed done, Melisande coldly told Gregor not to touch her again, until she was ready to provide him with a son. This baby was going to be a girl.

Gregor shrugged, and brought in a servant girl, to “help” Melisande. The girl was named Marisa, a local peasant who had fallen on hard times. Melisande despised her at first sight.


She was of some help – but not much after her own belly swelled in pregnancy. She swore that Benjamin Long was the only man she’d lain with – and the math was correct. Melisande knew that Gregor couldn’t be the father … this time.


Meanwhile, Melisande tried to get closer to Frederic. Tired of waiting for him to make an overture, she made one to him.


Frederic firmly told her to stop such “nonsense” – he loved his wife, not her, and she should pay more attention to her husband. And then he left.


Furious, Melisande became more and more determined that she was carrying a daughter. A beautiful little girl, just like her, whom she would love forever and who would marry Geoffrey. For some reason, her public insistence that she was carrying a girl amused Marisa.


All of the noble families were due to have children at the same time. It pleased Melisande to hear that the Spencers had a new son, Alexander – less competition for her soon-to-be-born daughter. Who would become Queen, no matter what.

Shortly thereafter, Melisande went into labour. Painful, messy, awful labour. Instead of being helpful, that stupid Marisa levitated in panic.


Finally, her ordeal was over. Melisande was handed her infant, and she was ready to announce the name she had chosen for her daughter.


Only – the midwife announced that she given birth to a son. A boy. Shocked and hurt, Melisande handed her child to Gregor, and said, “Here. You wanted a son, you raise him”, and took to her bed. Where she promptly burst into tears.


She could not be budged from her bed. Gregor tried bringing her the child, whom he’d named Ciaran. Melisande refused to look at him.

Later on, Marisa brought her a tray of food, and news that she was only too happy to share. Isabella Quartermaine, another noblewoman, had also given birth that day. To a daughter, named Viola.


Melisande threw Marisa out of the room and pulled the covers over her head. What would she do next?



  1. Elizabeth said,

    October 22, 2006 at 6:08 am

    oooh drama!

  2. 4oh4error said,

    October 22, 2006 at 8:11 am

    HAHA this update rocks, I love your story so far.

  3. kim said,

    October 22, 2006 at 2:26 pm


  4. Anie said,

    October 22, 2006 at 3:21 pm

    hah, that’s awsome. I always get boys when I want girls.

  5. Dickson said,

    October 23, 2006 at 5:26 am

    Either kill Viola
    Or wait for Marisa’s baby to be born…

  6. Natalie said,

    December 14, 2006 at 7:06 am

    Oh man I LOVED this chapter. Especially these parts: “It was disappointing that Kathleen survived childbirth quite nicely” and “instead of being helpful, that stupid Marisa levitated in panic”. LOL. Man I love the ice wench Melisande, she’s just so evil and hilarious. ;P

  7. jason said,

    June 28, 2007 at 8:56 pm

    i love your story

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