Meredith Roberts is Not Regal  E-Book

Lizzie Huxley-Jones

• Herausgeber: Knights Of
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 50

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Meredith Roberts Is Not Regal An ebook exclusive short story set in the world of Vivi Conway, just after the events of Vivi Conway and the Haunted Quest. After being made King of Bardsey, Meredith is struggling to understand what that even means. Amidst the bad things happening with her friends, and her dads apparently wanting to move away, Merry throws herself into investigating what being King consists of. As she roams the island looking for answers, long-buried secrets are brought to light…

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For the bendy kids, the sore kids, the this-is-more-than-growing-pains kids. I see you. You deserve adventures too.

Contents

Title PageDedicationDay 1Day 2Day 3Day 4Day 4.5Day 5Day 6Day… well I’m not so sureDay 7Also by Lizzie Huxley-JonesLizzie Huxley-Jones: AuthorAbout the PublisherCopyright

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A really productive way of dealing with your feelings is to completely ignore them. The Merry Roberts special method is to throw myself into research. And so, after everything that’s happened since I invited my cousin and their friends to the island, I do what I do best: read.

It’s not every day you find out you’re a King. Or have magical powers.

The first part is that last month, I found out I was the new King of Bardsey, which is a title more than just being a Mayor. The King is the person protects Ynys Enlli, the island I live on. Not just the island, but the magic and the artefacts and the ghost monks and all the other weird things that go on. I mean, that’s as much as I know about it so far.

I pride myself in someone who takes an interest in the macabre and mystical. I set up a whole website about it, which spiralled out from being just a blog where I dumped my thoughts to a sprawling community of like-minded weirdos on Strange Britain who share their 2finds with me. It’s kind of funny that my pseudonym there was the Ghost Queen. Queen and King in one. What’s next? Joker?

I’m not quite a knight, but my calon is. Gwenhwyfar, Blacksmith and Princess-Knight? She’s kind of a Queen too.

I’m the whole court of Camelot in one person at this rate.

Anyway, that was all the cool stuff. There was a lot of bad stuff: Vivi got kidnapped to Annwn (we think); Gelert disappeared; Dara refuses to talk to anyone because they think this is all their fault.

And me? I’m ignoring my raging anxiety about all the above, and trying to only concentrate on things I have control over. It’s pretty impossible! But I’m trying!

Anyway, all this to say, this is why I have decided to try and find out exactly what it means to be the King of Bardsey. There was unfortunately no guidebook on howtogetstartedbeingKing. In fact, technically no one has told me I amthe King. It just… seemed right. To all of us, not just me. And that means I have all this responsibility to the island and its magic, and no actual idea what the role really means, never mind what 3I need to do to keep everything and everyone safe.

When Vivi was here, Papa told us that my Taid, his dad, wanted to revive the tradition of the island having a King, but what did he want that to look like? Did he know anything about the magic-is-real side of the job? Taid’s been dead way too long for me to ask, and I feel like if Papa knew anything else he would have told me.

All I know is that it feels important. From what I know, it didn’t work like being a real King, passed down from parent to child. Being King might not be in my blood, but… it feels like it is. Like the island chose me. Whatever that means.

I log into my anonymous spare second account for Strange Britain. Yes, it is a little odd to have a backup one, seeing as I set up the whole website and have the whole Ghost Queen persona going on. But sometimes a girl has to ask a question without anyone thinking it means more than it does. And that’s easier done when you’re just some girl on the internet and not seen as some kind of authority. Someone in charge can’t ask too many questions of their subjects or they might start freaking out.

I start up a new thread and title it BardseyIsland/Ynys Enlli Questions. 4notquitemeriadoc:

hello everyone. I’m considering a trip to Bardsey Island / Ynys Enlli in the summer, and I am doing some research. Does anyone know much about local folklore? I know plenty about the Avalon theories, but have been wondering more about any local stories and any history that might be a bit strange *wink wink*. I saw mentions of a King of Bardsey; anyone know much about that. Ta.

My eyes are hot and itchy from staring at the screen too long. I have glasses I’m supposed to wear when I’m reading books or on the computer, else my eyes will fall out (according to Dad). I think he’s mostly joking, but with a body like mine, you can never be totally sure what ridiculous things are possible.

I need to hydrate away the beginnings of a headache, so I untangle my legs and make my way to the kitchen. My physiotherapist is forever telling me to stop sitting in chairs Like That but guess what, she’s not here! I’ll do what I want to my own knees and regret it later!

And I do regret it. November is always cold, but it’s 5also wet. Sometimes it feels like we get all the rain for the year in November, a total sludge of a month before we get to celebrate Christmas. And all that rain and cold and damp makes my bones stiff and sore. It takes a few steps before I feel like my left knee is properly in place. Or at least, in place enough to walk. Sometimes you have to take what you’re given when your legs are mediocre at best.

To my surprise, my Dads are still awake. I’m the night owl in this house. Usually they’re both sensible old people, asleep before ten. The television is on in the living room, so they must be up watching some bleak drama about someone getting murdered in Norway – you’d think given how isolated we are out here that would scare them.