A few days later, the day finally came; Edward was becoming the King of Kordania. The man she hated the most was now gaining the respect of his citizens, and hopefully she would earn some as well. Emelyn was relieved she wouldn’t be stuck with Regina anymore, as she felt like it was going to take forever. All of this was now done, yet the pressure was back on her shoulders. 

The young princess couldn’t believe it; she was becoming the Queen. Along with Edward, she’d rule the kingdom she hated the most, but most of all, she would be someone important. Gaining wealth from her social status, at the top of the pyramid. Now, she wouldn’t be a normal mistress nor a citidian; the woman was becoming a Queen. The role she didn’t get because of the LandWar. 

So a few hours earlier, Emelyn left the room with Regina’s permission, heading to her chambers. Anastasia was waiting for her there, as she had gained the role of taking care of her outfit, her hair and her makeup. If she’d become the Queen, she would have to look presentable in front of her people. She still couldn’t believe it. 

As the soon-to-be-queen stepped through the halls, she felt her heartbeat quicken. Now was the day. Today, the prince was eighteen years old, officially becoming the ruler of Kordania. What excited her some more was that Frederick couldn’t lay his point of view on his empire as he gave his place to his son. 

What was Edward going to do this day? Would he be the one establishing new roles right in front of the people of Kordania, out loud? Sarah didn’t have a single idea what was going to happen, yet she preferred to wait. Emelyn wouldn’t be the queen today, as she wasn’t eighteen yet. But still, the young woman would be ruling over the kingdom for its good, alongside Edward- one of the men she hated the most in the entire world. 

Slowly and surely, the princess entered her chambers, just to see her personal servant leaning against the dressing table, a satisfied smile on her lips. Anastasia had her hair tied on a tight bun, an apron covering her whole body. As she saw Emelyn, her expression lit up as she invited her over. 

“Ah, hello, Your Majesty, I see you are back from the lessons to become a better queen. I assure you you are going to be the best Queen humanity has ever known! Alright, so has His Grace will today be celebrating his eighteenth anniversary and become the official king of Kordania, I want to make you look great! Make yourself at home.” 

Noticing how enthusiast her handmaiden seemed to be, the soon-to-be-queen nodded and sat at a chair near the dressing table, looking over at Anastasia. Visibly, the idea of personalizing her Queen’s outfit was making her all excited. 

“You seem pretty happy with the idea...” Emelyn laughed. “Are you sure you won’t be messing up everything by shaving all my hair?”  

Anastasia’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she shook her head, lowering her gaze to the floor with a nervous chuckle. 

“Oh, I won’t, Your Highness, my goal is to make you look pretty for the coronation...” The maid reminded as she scratched the bottom of her neck nervously, seemingly not understanding the joke. 

“I’m just kidding, Anastasia, I’m not worried about this. I trust you with this, and I believe it should look awesome, as you’re the one to to it.” Sarah winked. “Do whatever you want, as long as you don’t aggressively pull my hair down, see?” 

The young princess liked to tease Anastasia, and she couldn’t help but laugh at how she didn’t seem to understand. After a while of silence, the woman nodded and untied Emelyn’s hair, brushing her fingers along it to see how tangled it was. Beginning to grow some products and untie the knots, the maidservant took great care of her. 

Soon after her hair was more refreshed, Anastasia tied her hair in a low ponytail, before walking off. Curious, the young princess followed the woman by her gaze, as she came back with a soft white dress. This one was different than the one she was casually wearing, as it was more royal. The shoulders were slightly revealed, the soft sleeves of silk being as soft as a cloud. The robe fell to the floor, but not enough to make her trip. 

As she inspected her reflection in the mirror, Emelyn felt her breath catch in her throat. The attire fit her perfectly, and she couldn’t help but smile at the thought. Her maid found the perfect fit, yet Anastasia wasn’t done making surprises. The handmaiden guided the soon-to-be-queen back to the dressing table; it was time to take care of her hair and her makeup. 

Slowly, Anastasia untied Sarah’s hair, revealing her wavy auburn hair. The woman then joined two strands of hair each side of her head, making a waterfall braid. The braid followed Emelyn’s head shape, as the maid took the time to leave two small bangs out of it to the front. She then toom the rest of her haircut, twisting it around to create a bun. 

“And now, the final touch!” Anastasia exclaimed, opening a drawer, revealing a small crown and some makeup objects. 

“Reassure me, you won’t make me look like a barbie, will you?” Emelyn mentioned, raising an eyebrow. 

Instead of getting a proper response, the young woman received a shrug from her handmaiden, along with a small smile. Anastasia then pulled out the eyelash curler and placed herself in front of Her Queen, lifting her lashes with the object. She applied some gloss then got behind her again, placing the crown on her head. 

Emelyn was shocked when she opened her eyes to see her reflection. She couldn’t believe it, but when she looked at herself, it’s like she was looking at a Queen. For once in her lifetime, she felt like she was where she belonged. The young woman than shook her head- she belonged in Mayain, not within her enemies’ troops. Anastasia’s voice then pulled her out of her trance, reminding Her Majesty to go there. 

“Do you approve your new look, Your Highness?” The woman questioned with a hint of nervosity in her tone. 

“Yes, I like it.” Emelyn smiled as she admired her reflection in the mirror for the last time before the coronation. 

*** 

Edward didn’t think that he could have been this anxious in his entire life. Today was his eighteenth birthday. Normally, he wouldn’t care- if he was a citadian- but he did. Why? Because today was the day. Today was the one where he’d officially become the king of Kordania. The day where he’d kill his father’s tyranny. 

The man knew he should’ve been excited. Everything he had dreamed of came to life! Kordania wouldn’t be stuck in that terror and lack of freedom, but in some happiness!  Since he was six, everything he wanted to was to change the world. And now, the prince could make it happen, once and for all! And yet, he wasn’t excited. 

Why? Because he knew it couldn’t be this easy. His father would probably try to stop him from indulging in his own rules, as he could decide to get back on the throne anytime. At the single thoughts of it, Edward felt his heart sink. Why couldn’t he find his own way to happiness, without his father being involved in every single decision he made? The birthday king- such a great expression! - could never make his own decisions. Whether he wanted it or not, Frederick Meyer was behind his back breaking him apart. 

Right after his personal servant ended preparing him, Edward took a deep breath and looked at himself one last time. His ice blue eyes seemed to look softer, his pale brown hair placed more seriously against his forehead. On his head layed a golden crown along with Kordania’s symbol with it, as he wore a royal tuxedo. 

“Are you ready, my King? Oh, I’m sorry, Your Highness, I forgot you aren’t it yet. Oh well, I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. Let’s go, shall we?” The man’s servant suggested with a husky voice, clearing his throat nervously. 

It reassured Edward to see he wasn’t the only one anxious about it. Normally, he would insult him, just like the people were used to see him act, yet he didn’t feel like acting this way. The prince was too stressed to even think properly, so he ignored the usual case. Instead, he nodded and walked away from his chambers, walking to the throne room. 

*** 

If someone had told Emelyn that a royal coronation would look like that, the girl wouldn’t believe it. At first, she thought that she’d walk hand-by-hand with Edward and that Frederick would give off his crown randomly and walk off, but it wasn’t like that. The woman was totally wrong- nothing was this simple. The throne room was decorated with a lot of lights and banners, welcoming Edward, and “Sarah” in their new duty. 

In the room, there was about a hundred people, all dressed in fancy robes and tuxedos. Some of them were nobles, but most of them were citadians that were dancing with classical music. When they noticed the couple, all eyes turned to them, as the group made a way for both to pass. Emelyn walked next to the soon-to-be-queen, keeping her chin up as she reminded herself not to look down. They stopped to the throne, where Frederick was sitting, an arrogant look on his face. 

He wasn’t wearing a crown and was dressed roughly, his hair falling down his face. Suddenly, the man looked a bit older, his eyes holding a wistful gaze and a hint of sickness. Visibly, the present King was a bit sick and had to give his crown the fastest he could, so he sat there. Not knowing what to do, the princess bowed alongside Edward, following along every movement he did. 

“Your Majesty, the King Frederick Meyer...” The prince greeted with a forced smile. 

“Your Highness, the Prince Edward Meyer...” Frederick responded in return. 

Both nodded and directed their insistent gazes at Emelyn. The young woman hesitated before smiling sheepishly, nodding politely to show her respect towards the father and the son. Well, a respect she didn’t have, sensibly. 

“Your Majesty, Your Highness...” Sarah retorted... “I thank you both for giving me the crown to become the Queen of Kordania- I am highly grateful. I never believed I could have been offered this chance, and to today, right now, having the luck to rule with His Majesty Edward Meyer.”