! Dawna: 22 !
Pixie: 19

No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne
One of these days a comin', I'm gonna to take that boys crown
Valerie Broussard; A Little Wicked

A year after the realm had to mourn the death of their future King Rafferty (who had died from a mysterious illness) the King himself died. He had been weak and incredibly sick for far too long. His heart had stopped beating as his lungs had stopped breathing. The young Princes was not upset whatsoever about her fathers death. If anything; she felt relieved.

Now that he was gone, she would be crowned Queen. There would no longer be a man that could control her nor hold her down. It would be her, her cat and her aunt against everyone who had ever doubted her.

As the sun crept away behind the mountains and showed its sunrays the Princes made herself ready to get dressed. The coronation would begin at noon, but there was no time to waist.

'I cannot believe that it is finally time, Auntie,' the pale woman admitted. 'I am going to be Queen after all.'

A smile played on Delphiniums thin lips as her amber eyes watched her niece getting dressed. 'You have absolutely deserved your place, my dear. This day is yours and yours alone. You do not need that piece of garbage that called himself your husband by your side.'

Her aunt had taken her place next to the pale woman who was admiring herself in the mirror.

'You are the most beautiful woman in this realm and today everyone will see that.'

'Do you think so?' Dawna doubtfully asked. 'What if the rebels have planned another assessment?'

'Now, now, do not worry your pretty mind about that; no one will get a change to lay a finger on you today.'

'Are you absolutely sure?'

'As sure as I have ever been,' the blonde woman reassured her. 'Shall we put on that beautiful dress now?'

Dawna would be wearing a gorgeous silver dress to her coronation. The dress had lace sleeves, a wide skirt and a tight body that hugged her figure perfectly. The body of the dress had the family weapon (a large flame) embroidered in it with black tread.

If she had not already felt like a true Queen, the dress would have made sure of it. Dawna looked absolutely stunning; the only thing that was missing now was her crown.

The coronation started at dust; many people had been celebrating and honouring the girl who would become their new Queen by eating a most delicious meal provided by the Queen herself and by drinking lots of alcohol.

The alcohol would make sure that no one could think clearly enough to even think about assassinating Dawna.

The coronation would take place in the ballroom where two thrones stood proudly. Only the most important people were there on this important day. The room itself was decorated by hundredths of candles that floated in the air but the flame that offered the light was not yet there.

By the thrones stood the pastor and Delphinium, waiting for the Princes to walk over the gorgeous silver carpet. The room had been filled with the richest men and women whose eyes looked around with astonishment.

Soon, a soft almost eerie instrument started to play. At first, Looky was the only one who seemed to enter the room. The black and white cat walked proudly with his snout up in the air and a satisfied twinkle in his green eyes. Looky was soon followed by the future Queen herself.

Once Dawna had entered the room all the candles were lit on fire with just one snap in her fingers. Soft gasps filled the air as the pale Princes walked towards her crown. As she kneeled in front of the priest many people pushed each other aside in order to see what was happing better.

'Princes Dawna the first, we are all gathered here today for your coronation. Do you, hereby, promise to tell the us the truth and nothing but the truth?' a deep and manly voice asked the young woman; causing goose bumps to appear all over her skin.

This was real and it was happening. Soon, the young Princes would no longer be a Princes but a Queen. She would be responsible for a million lives and no one could tell her what to do.

Dawna was not nervous at all. If anything; she was relieved that her time had come.

'I do, your Holiness.'

'Do you promise to bring this Kingdom happiness, wealth and prosperity?'

The young woman nodded in agreement. 'I do, your Holiness.'

'Do you also promise that the lives of your subjects will come first at any time?'

'I most certainly do.'

'Can you honestly say to all those who witness us today that you will fight for your realm? That you will never give up on its citizens and that you will fight until the bitter end if necessary?'

'I can honestly say that I will, your Holiness,' the white-haired woman spoke as she faced the man in front of her.

'Very well then,' he spoke, taking the crown from her aunt. 'Then I will hereby crown you, Princes Dawna The First, to be Queen from this day forewords.'

The priests placed the gorgeous silver crown that was covered with the most beautiful diamonds on her head. It felt heavy against her white hair and the feeling of its heaviness send a shiver down her spine.

The priest made sure that he had covered the young woman with sacred water from the sweet water river that ran through the villages and said a prayer out loud before he turned back to the young woman.

'You may now rise, my child.'

Dawna stood up carefully to make sure that her crown would not fall off. As she turned around to face het subjects who looked at her with an admiring look, she could feel herself getting stronger.

'I hereby declare Princes Dawna the First to be your Queen from this day forwards.'

Long live the Queen! voices shouted before the sound of happiness and cheerfulness filled the throne room.

The new Queen made her way towards the balcony; followed by the Priests, her aunt and her beloved pet. A rush of energy pulled through her body as a wide smile crept upon her plump lips. The pale woman was now a Queen, and no one could ever take away her crown.

As she entered the balcony the millions of people that had gathered before it started to cheer and throw roses up in the air. Dawna could not stop the smile on her lips from growing as she waved to her subjects.

'Dear all,' her voice suddenly sounded, directly putting an end to the cheering. 'Thank you all so much for coming here today on this very special day. From this day forewords I will be your Queen and I will guide this realm to a golden age that most of you can only dream of.'

The people started to shout again as the pale girl put an end to the loud cheering once again.

'However, there is something I must address her today on this beautiful day. I want to be your Queen in every way, and I wish to take care of you like I did today. From this day forewords you will be my number one concern. But I must ask you of a favour as well. There are some amongst you who do not like this monarchy and who are trying to take it down. I will not stand this, not at all. If you will not be kind to me, you cannot expect any kindness from me.'

For a moment the Queen looked at her subjects in silence.

'Today is a very special day, not only because it is my coronation but also because it would have been Prince Damiens twenty-fourth birthday. He should have been the one standing here with a crown on his head; not me. But the resistance killed him.'

Loud gasps filled the air as the pale womans heart was filled with sadness. Her words were true; Damien should have been the one with the crown on his head.

'I want you all to know that I want to help all of you, but not if you take away the ones I love. I will try to do my best to guide you all to wealth and prosperity. However, be warned; I will not hesitate to burn down the world to punish those who go against the rules. I wish all of you well, believe me when I say that.'

A smile found its way upon her lips as her blue eyes watched the people mumble softly together.

'That was enough seriousness for tonight, shall we go on and party?' her proud voice asked before the mass started to cheer happily. 'Bring in the alcohol!'