The king's props themselves highest amongst the thrones, sat like God's of great darkness peering down to all the men and women adorned in fine Jewlery and designer clothing. Ray and I along with many attending guards aligned on the walls, Charlotte blending in with the crowd while staying close to the posts.

Chatters and murmurs along with roars of laughter bouncing throughout the hallow walls, when the clock struck three. Bells resounding beyond the horizon disrupting the white birds and they fly away like a school.

Sounds of the cheers of the crowd outside roar like a crashing wave.

It is time, mingling amongst the elites came to an end, the coronation is about to begin. In the massive golden ball room, we all stood; men and women, all glancing at the opening of a large door just under neath where the Kings have sat.

A pin drop silence of anticipation, all but soft patters of a little dark-haired boy running down the hall, unwary to the current events, the tip of his small dress shoes got caught under an Un flattened surface of the rug where the guards and security stood, and nearly tumbled to the ground.

Stoically I nudged myself forwards, breaking his fall, as he wraps himself around my leg. From the end his mother gently rushes over, huffing out exhaustion and frustration.

"What have I told you about running?" she hisses pulling his ear attempting to unwrap him from my pant leg.

"I am so sor-" -- She glances up at me in a double take and her pale skin gushes red--. "ry." she finishes.

Little to no wrinkles upon her face. Unlike majority of the guests within the ball room, she seems to be about the same age as me, like Charlotte her skin milky, and piercing emerald eyes, a purple gown hugging her figure adorned by tiny glitter like jewels from waist to chest. And hydrated skin.

"Uh, I am sorry, m-my son is kind of a runner," her breath lowering to a whisper, she huffs a chuckle displaying rows of ivory teeth. And I nod. Her nervous chuckle then fades as she directs her attention to the little boy still clung to my leg. "Get over here right now or else," she threatens.

In defiance he tightens his grip around me, in that moment I felt his heart beating at an alarming brisk. He glances up to me from below, and I feel his tiny bones shiver meeting my glare. Forest green emeralds glossing with fear, and he gulps. Unwrapping himself from me and slipping behind his mother.

"Uh, thank you." She gushes, her mouth stretches to spew more words when the trumpets in the castle suddenly resound.

As I reposition myself against the wall the woman turns back to me, using the last seconds to hungrily rake my body with her eyes, turning her steps back to the crowd, as if feeling my eyes on her backside she sways her hips, her bum ripples and through the thin fabric of her gown it was noticeable she had no panties on, just how I liked it.

I lick my lips, her eyes unabashedly met mine with a smirk and I watch as she disappears into the crowd.

My creeping smirk fades when I noticed her son peering back at me with a sorrowful gaze, puffy cheeks red with a tear bead gliding down his face.

"Such a lady charmer." Charlotte whispers, her frame closing in onto me until she stands at my side.

I shrugged away a feeling, and the corner of my lip tugs softly, "She couldn't handle this hunger." I muse.

"Ladies, and Gentlemen," an elder man rasps, Charlottes words disperses as the walls pick up the echo of an old man, yet his body was not seen. "For centuries the Okum family has stood and fought against many great enemies and anyone who threatens the crown, and the host who wears it." His voice reverberates like speakers.

Within the silence of the crowd the heels of his dress shoes were evident, all heads of the people twisting to every angle of an empty hall, stilled at the mystery.

"For many years the blood of the Okum family has built shields across the land from all the blood, sweat and tears of their families' great soldiers. Bloodlines passed down from ancient generations until the modern times."

As the sound of the echoes of dress shoes fade, his location was pinpointed. Just underneath where both Kings perched themselves, in a room void of any speck of light the elder man emerged, hands interlocked behind his back.

Groomed In all grey from his dress suit, with the exception of a white bow tie, his attire crisp. Strands of white hair combed backwards, hiding any open spots of his scalp. Just like before, his blue eyes were fierce as he scanned around the ball room. All eyes locked to the man digesting every wise word.

"Ladies and gentlemen, from where you stand, if you all look down. You will see it is the backs of the soldiers that hold you up."

A few questioning murmurs were heard in the distance, a few than glanced to the ground and the rest followed suit. Underneath our feet were strange paintings, colors of umber brown and black painted over the gold encrusted floors. A pattern, a woman gasped, and her heels clicked as she moved her legs over, shortly after man reciprocates the same.

The crowd rearranges until the image became clear, my bows furrow glancing below. Large swirls of colors drawing what looks to be many faces of darker skinned humans, their palms face upright as we glanced down to the ball room floor.

Seconds of silence as we dissect the monumental illustration, Like the paintings of the Great Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel of the ceiling, these were similar. Copper skinned heroes of men and women standing on the blood of their enemies, arms extend above with their palms facing upwards, as well as the gruesome imagery of those that had their arms cut from the body, they held us with their backs, and all the Flags that fought alongside them and won.

If you look down, you will see it is the backs of the soldiers that hold you up.

Applause and cheer ringing throughout every corner of the room. The elites, as well as a few guards near me, the old man is undoubtedly wise, and his choice of words are riveting.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, the traditions will now be passed down to the first daughter, by King Abrafo." With a gloved white hand, the old man waves upwards to the thrones where the kings were perched, and the applause of the elites bloomed.

Displaying himself like a one true man of power. King Abrafo rose up to his seat, his arms extend and a loose fabric of a gold daishiki falls loosely at his side, with a glimmering crown above his head, empty eyes looking beyond, soaking in the praise.

The men nearby him bowing, he blinked than and the life within returns. "I will always be your king." he says. The bass of his voice holding great power and promise, filling up the room as if he spoke to a microphone. "But time has not been kind to this old king."

A few laughs scattered among the crowd with light applause and cheers. "Being the king of the land has come with its greatest uprise and downfalls. Many daunting tasks too hefty for an old bat like I to keep up on his own."

The once light applause suddenly decreases to a minimal and I glanced to a few sour expressions before me.

"Thank you all for attending the royal ceremony. For today you are celebrating the coronation of my First-born daughter. Tiana."

With that name the applause slowly diminished greatly, very few awes. Coming from a few women. Every angle I turned to, there was an elder man with eyes of distaste. Bushy white and black brows creasing to her name.

"Now brethren's fear not, this is never goodbye. For the old king. Never dies."

An ice-cold wave courses through me at the comment, my eyes discreetly glided to Charlotte, and hers glided to mine.

"Today is unlike any other day, for this is the day" -- his arms extend raising them higher above his head. -- "I pass the reigns now to my daughter, Tiana. And her new husband, King Gunter."

With the mention of Gunter the applause returns, nods of approval and discussions amongst themselves and those beside them.

Before me stood a man and old women, platinum strands of thin hair above his skull allow me to see the red patches and inflammation of his head, and the woman aside him, sported jet-black strands, a height difference as I watch her be the one to lean into him as he whispers something in her ear.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Time has now come for us all to celebrate the coronation and the marriage of my daughter. Your future queen. Tiana Okum."

Gold double encrusted doors shimmer as they open slowly, oohs and ahs are scattered amongst the guests below as we all peer up in silence. All eyes flicker above, the sunlight beams its streaks against the gold, illuminating the golden soft colors. A noble ambience upon the room with flickering silver lights scintillating on the ground we stood upon. Distant clicks of shoes emanate from the halls within the room, garnering our attention.

Anticipation worms its way into our streams, eyes all around locked above, and before she could even show face came the sudden ramming within my chest, thumping away, disrupting the breaths I want to breathe. This feeling, it returns over again weakening my legs, I craved to see her face, a hot flash washing through me.

A familiar heavenly scent flying into my streams, I wanted to greedily inhale the aroma. Could anyone else smell that sweet perfume? I feel like a fanboy ready to meet their inspiration.

Strange, the clicks of her stilettoes synchronized with the thuds within my chest, the closer they reached the harder it rammed until she emerged. Time and space stood still, my mouth agapes looking up to the goddess.

Embellished in all silver and white, mini diamonds bejeweled by diamonds from the long sleeve of her gown down the ends of the dress, A deep v neck rimmed in smooth silver running down to her belly button, her skin oiled in the exposed areas, her breasts sitting high. A gown for a true goddess, my goddess. Shamelessly I rake from head to toe, her voluptuous physique was like no other. And I stood in her presence.

Oh's and Ah's scattered amongst the crowd with light applause, all eyes locked onto the glistening ethereal beauty.

There was nowhere else to look, she stole the light, and she stole our breaths.

I capture the scene with my eyes, her lashes lust and curved fanning against her cheek as she blinked effortlessly, and she then gazes up. In that small fraction I knew something was amiss, though she was the only light radiating in the room, she was brimming with sorrow. Her expression empty, eyes distant, surveying the room, as if she searches for a way out, finding anyone to object to this life.

Up to her father I watched her glance, in return he only nods apathetically. Her head dips back down to the crowd below her feet. Looking at every wall and corner sternly, diving into to every corner of the room, and meeting every eye until they found mine.

An arrow plunges its way into my organs, and just like that from a far, those orbs glossed to the chocolate warmth I have always adored back then. Light returns to the corners and I watch them twinkle, everything around us fading into darkness, and it was just her and I.

Are you still searching my Tiana? can you hear the way my insides scream for you? you make me weak; I am not ashamed to admit in such little time we have been reunited you have become my only downfall in this society that built me to be strong. Ridding this darkness that swallows parts of my humanity as the days proceed.

Just as the corner of her plump lips tugged in a smile, two figures shift from behind her. A women dressed in all black with a skirt and matching heels, her red manicured hands flipped over a thin white net before Tiana and her face was now shielded. Forcing her to tear away from our eye contact, as she was being tended too came another figure, much taller than both, and with that the soaring in my chest Icened, light returns and so did my cruel surroundings.

Aside her, Gunter emerged. He too clothed in all expensive black, his leather shoes absorbing light as it shines at the soles. A Chesshire smile on his face as he forces himself aside her, my jaw ticks at how he aggressively pulls her hands and forces his fingers to interlock with her soft ones.

This time at the sight of the Gunter the applause from both sexes grew, acknowledging him as their new King.

"And now Ladies and Gentlemen, let us begin the Coronation ceremony, for Tiana, and Gunter. As your new King and Queen." The previous elder man rasps.

I watch her head twist to me one last time before they descend down the beige steps, many guards and noble men await at the end of the staircase to aid her. The crowd was moving forwards, and that meant now I needed to remain at their side. On my signal the guards and security begin to move towards them, closing in as many were reaching out to feel her.

King Abrafo and Adelheid rose up, descending down the steps as well. Due to meet her and him at the end. With everything going accordingly I move my way up near the large window where the sea of people waited for the new King and Queen to show face.

A swirl in my gut, my nerves a flamed and something in me beckoned for me to glance back, there she was in all white and I all black. Bridal tunes play in the background as if she is headed to me in this moment, for us to become one, a day we played and rehearsed when we were only children.

How I wished it were me she was meeting in the end, through the net of the Veil I spotted her eyes looking up at me as Gunter shook hands with every guests around him.

"Why don't you slide over there, to the other side young man."

My gaze disrupts at the sound of the elder man from before, the same man that was with Charlotte and I before, he is quick, but then again. I never saw when he moved, I was too transfixed. Still am.

With just a little adjustment, I stand next to a row of men. Posing a Groomsman, another older in a bishop's wardrobe climbs in the middle, King Abrafo and Adelheid stood at his sides, Adelheid's eyes glanced to mine, and I look away.

Bridal tunes came to an ending note, and the crowd below roars as the bishop recites the words.

"Dearly Beloved."