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Dahlia's long white dress scuffed the stone floor as she walked towards the throne room. She could hear the chatter through the large wooden doors. Nicholas stood outside with two guards, his little hands trying to adjust the dress clothes he wore. He didn't notice Dahlia until she crouched down in front of him. His eyes looked up and saw her.

"Woah, you look like a queen." Nicholas had a gleam of happiness in his eyes.

"Well, that is what I'm going for." Dahlia joked. She grabbed his coat and fixed it like he was trying to before.

"Thank you," Nicholas whispered, "Does this mean you and Timmy will be king and queen?"

"Yes, we will, " Dahlia responded. She saw a small trace of sadness on his face. "What's wrong?" Her hand combed through his hair. He mumbled in response and glanced at the ground. "I can't hear you, honey."

"Will you and Timmy still play with me?" His little voice quivered.

"We will always find time for you." Dahlia giggled.

"Will you even read me a bedtime story every night?" Nicholas questioned.

"Every night." She fiddled with his hair before it looked neater. Dahlia stood up and looked down at him. His hand reached up and grabbed hers. The two guards at the door opened them up and Dahlia came face to face with hundreds of people. They all stood up and looked at her. Nicholas could sense her uneasiness and gently squeezed her hand.

She willed herself to move forward and walk down the narrow aisle. Dahlia could feel the anxiety rise up in her. It ran through her veins and slithered around her spine. She tried to keep her head clear, but all she could do was glance around. At the front, between Kian and Armie, was an empty seat. Dahlia wanted it to be open, in memory of Adrian.

Her eyes eventually looked forward and saw Timothée. He was wearing traditional crowning clothes. To Dahlia, he already looked like a king. Her pulse calmed down at the sight of his smile. She moved forward faster,  eager to start the ceremony. Once Dahlia made it to the steps and walked up. Timothée held out his hand and helped her up, as her dress was insanely long and easy to trip in. They held each other's hands as they faced on another. A small cough was heard and they looked down.

"Listen here, mister," Nicholas said and Timothée leaned down to listen to him, "I love you and I love Dahlia. But if you hurt her, I will never play hide and seek with you again." He warned. Timothée tried to cover up his amusement with a serious face.

"I promise I won't hurt her." He responds to the child. Nicholas looks him up and down before nodding and standing off to the side behind Dahlia. The room settles to silence as the music fades out. The high priest raises one of his hands and everyone sits down.

The wedding ceremony continues as normal. The Priest gives out a long and winding speech talking about peace, prosperity, and love. The entire time Dahlia just looked at Timothée. They spoke through their eyes. No words needed to be exchanged from them. This was happiness. This was their victory.

The priest held out two rings. Dahlia was given a thick silver band and Timothée was given his mother's ring. The thin silver band with intricate details and an emerald shone in the light from the large stained glass windows. Timothée took the ring and slipped in on Dahlia's finger and she did the same.

"Two now made one. One strength. One power. One soul. One country." At the end of his announcement, the crown stood up and was in an uproar. They clapped their hands and hollered in enjoyment. Timothée pulled Dahlia close to him and her hands landed on his chest. He didn't waste any time with kissing her. If the crowd was loud, it was nothing compared to when they saw the young couple embrace. When they pulled away, the priest calmed everyone down.

From the end of the aisle, the doors opened up again. Kian and Armie, who walked to the end while Dahlia and Timothée were kissing, approached with two pillows. Armie had a big gold crown. It had a large band around with added detail that looked like a forest. There were sharp spikes that pointed up with emeralds encrusted in them. It was a new king's crown, as the last one that Dahlia's father wore carried many traumatic and unforgettable memories with it.

Dahlia's crown was the one her mother once wore that has been passed down for hundreds of years. The base of the crown was formed to look like crashing waves as just above the gold stuck out like tree branches. It represented the country's ties with both the ocean and nature. In the gold branches were different coloured jewels. Red and blue sprinkled the crown. Dahlia and Timothée kneeled down as their friends walked up the steps. The priest stood behind Timothée.

"Do you swear to serve this great kingdom of Myrila and it's people?"

"I swear," Timothée responds.

"Will you do everything in your power to keep your people and the Queen safe, while carrying out justice and mercy to all those under the sun?"

"I will," Timothée announces. The high priest nods before lifting up the crown. He raises it high in the air before placing it down on Timothée's head. The priest then moves to stand behind Dahlia.

"Do you swear to serve the people of Myrila by your King's side?"

"I swear it." Dahlia glanced at Timothée beside her, and he gave a slight nod of encouragement.

"Will you help your King keep the people safe and carry out justice and mercy as swift and good as deserved?"

"I will, above all else." Dahlia's words echoed throughout the enormous room. She felt movement behind her, and suddenly the weight of the crown is on her head.

"I declare your new monarchy. King Timothée Chalamet I and Queen Dahlia Myrila V!" All the people cheered. The two stood up and walked back and sat on the two thrones. Timothée grabbed Dahlia's hand. The smiles on their faces couldn't be taken. They were finally there.

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Hours of numerous people coming up to them and congratulations were exchanged, the two were finally alone in the large throne room. It was late and the candles illuminated everything.

"King Timothée Chalamet I, " Dahlia breaks the silence, "That sounds rather nice." She jokes. Timothée turns to her. Although he was tired, the happiness on his face never wavered.

"Yes, but Queen Dahlia Myrila V sounds better. Though I must admit, I prefer wife." He lifts up her hand and kisses her knuckles before rubbing them gently.

"It's not going to be easy, you know." Dahlia reminds him.

"I know. I have you to help." Timothée acknowledged her warnings, his eyes focused on the groves in her hands.

"We will find little freedom in this. You have to make hard decisions that some might not like. You will have enemies. A war might start. Nothing is predictable when you're a king," Dahlia pauses and looks across the empty throne room, "This crown you wear," She turns back to him, "It will get heavier and heavier as time goes on. You will be tired, you will be angry, but as I swore to help the people, I swore to help you. There is nothing I won't do."

"My swan, I will make sure you are happy, not because you're queen, but because you're my wife. I know this will be hard but I can only do this with you." Timothée rises from the throne and raises his hand in front of her, "May I escort my lady to our chamber? I'm dreadfully tired."

"Yes, you may." Dahlia stands up. The two make their way out of the throne room, arm in arm.

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