Elira walked into the ceremony hall, with its high ceilings, marble floors, Columned arches and stained glass windows, bathing the cream interior with multicoloured light.
A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, made up of gold branches, the glass hanging off its boughs like the raindrops from the season's first rain, casting sparkling reflections on the surfaces of the room.
The first camellia tree in the royal palace, gold dipped and adorned.
She hardly ever came in here, but whenever she did, it always took her breath away.
Alder walked in front of her and led her to the pedestal at the front of the building, the polished wood steps towering before her. She looked at him in question, Alder responding with only a nod as he gestured for her to climb.
No one but the sovereign was allowed to sand upon its steps once the throne was placed.
Her footsteps echoed throughout the expansive hall, all the servants stopping their chores as she walked up the steps, her eyes falling on the throne at the top, its gold filigree bathed in sunlight from the skylight above.
Elira took a deep breath as she looked at the burgundy silk seat, its golden and brown arms and legs carved with stories of the country's birth and existence.
She didn't want to touch the damn thing.
"Your highness, is the placement of the throne alright? can you see everything?" she heard Alder ask her from below.
Elira turned around and looked down at the hall in front of her and she caught her breath.
The floor of the hall was inlaid with the map of the territories of Avar, of days bygone. As Elira stood on that platform, sunlight shining on her and the throne, she saw what so many monarchs had seen before her.
Her land.
Her country
Bathed in multicoloured light, as it would in real life.
She slowly sat down on the seat, her eyes never leaving the scene in front of her
She watched as Alder stepped back from the pedestal off to the centre of the room as Elira sat transfixed.
"It looks perfect, your majesty,"
....
Queen Narina stood behind Elira as the dresser fitted the coronation dress on her daughter, a cascading burgundy silk gown with shades of black and a brighter red making themselves known when the sunlight hit the gown just right, Swarovski crystals sparkling on the fabric like little stars as Elira stared at herself in the mirror with a blank face.
She couldn't take her eyes off of the darker fabric radiating from the left side of her chest, before seamlessly blending into the skirt.
It felt so macabre, highlighting how the previous monarch had passed casting a shadow of a reminder on the future monarch's present.
The tension between Elira and Narina had subsided a bit after Narina decided to stay away from the explosive younger female for a while, letting her tend to her duties without any emotional *hindrance* as Elira put it.
She met Elira's eyes in the mirror for a brief second, a nervous smile on her daughter's face reminding her of just how young she was.
These days she hardly saw her and when she did, she would be rattling off duties and commands to all the courtiers and servants.
Avar had not fallen, as so many had hoped. In fact, that doubt in the people's minds is what allowed Elira to jump back with a little more ferocity than most had expected, taking on opportunities people had offered out of pity, making full use of the advantages that came with it.
She maintained the economic growth, kept a close eye on citizen happiness and took carefully calculated alliances and deals, all while sipping coffee in the gazebo in the garden.
Her daughter had grown up too fast.
Narina couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she watched the dresser clip a cloak on Elira's shoulders, who was busy smoothing down the front of her dress.
"Your highness?" the assistant dresser spoke up, gesturing to the wooden box next to Narina.
"Oh right. Yes..." Narina mumbled as she opened the box, Elira keeping an eye on her mother's tense form as she took out the ceremonial sword.
The sword was passed down to every monarch. But the scabbard was re-crafted when someone new was crowned. It would be replaced on coronation day. So right now,
The sword was covered with Oran's sheath.
Elira watched as her mother took a breath, unwrapping the fabric covering the sword, her shaky hands tying it around Elira's waist.
"I'm sorry, my love," Elira heard her mother whisper, a lone teardrop staining her dress as Narina buckled the sword on her daughter's waist.
Narina quietly stepped away, bowing as Elira looked at herself in the mirror.
The gown, the cloak, the sword
The queen
She held onto its grip and unsheathed it with a smooth swish, the metallic scrape echoing in the dressing room. Holding it up to the sunlight, she looked at the three familiar words engraved on the blade
"Honorem, Gloriam, Libertatis," she whispered into nothingness
....
Yoongi ducked his head out the aircraft door as he walked out last, squinting because of the harsh sunlight, his family already down the stairs shaking hands and nodding their heads.
He scanned the people below
Queen Narina and...
Elira, her head covered with a hat as she smiled and thanked Ye-jun and Aera for coming.
She looked as beautiful as ever, her eyes twinkling in the sunlight
He walked down the stairs carefully as he caught bits and pieces of the conversation.
"I m sure you must be busy, you didn't have to come-"
"It's only right I welcome you all personally. After all, Korea is one of our biggest allies and friends. I hope you find Avar comfortable," Elira said with a wide smile as she gestured to the cars parked at the end of the carpet.
She turned to look at Yoongi and smiled, her mask falling for a second, joy sparkling in her eyes. She extended her hand out, "Welcome to Avar, Prince Yoongi,"
"Thank you, Your Majesty-," he said with a bow, leaning in soon after, "You always beat me to it. Next time, let me shake your hands first," he whispered, the increase in the camera flashes and clicks apparent.
Elira held back a laugh as she withdrew her hand, Yoongi's face twisting in confusion as he looked down, a piece of paper in his palm.
Elira winked before she gestured at the cars again with a smile, Yoongi grinning as he walked up to the car.
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Fanfiction"I hope you don't make the mistake of going easy on me," she smirked as she twirled the sword in her hand, feeling its balance before giving him a satisfied smile. "Shall we?" Yoongi gestured to the centre wooden pedestal. They walked to opposite en...
