Hunter, Juggernaut, Assassin, Warrior (DNF)

The King

George hardly recognized himself. Today was the day of Clay's coronation. While Clay had already received the divine right to rule via the Renewing Bonds, it was time for Clay to gain his rule via his subjects. It was a very formal event. George had grown so used go seeing his reflection wearing battered and beaten clothing, as well as dirt and general forest muck clinging to his skin.

The man who looked back at George through the mirror was very different to the one he saw the night of the Gala. This version of George didnt have the deep purple bags under his eyes, nor the droopy frown. He looked brighter.

Servants made themselves busy by dressing George in royal garments. Though he held no noble title, he was still a dear friend to the prince. A coat of sapphire blue laid flawlessly on his slim shoulders. It draped down his body like a still waterfall, dousing George in the royal blue. He had a white blouse undershirt, complimented by a blue vest and a black ribbon as a neck tie. George looked just as much as a prince as Clay did.

A simple wave of his hand dismissed the servants. They left George alone in the dressing room rather quickly. Once they were gone, George stepped down from the fitting pedestal and walked closer to the mirror.

George gently padded his chest, it ached whenever it was touched though it had healed. It left a nasty scar behind, but so was the tale of war. George adjusted the cuffs of his suit jacket, lining it up with the sleeves of his blouse. He fluffed up the collar on the coat and fiddled with the neck tie, making sure it lay perfectly.

There was a gentle knock at the door, drawing back to reality. "Come in." Said George as he laid his collar flat and turned to face whomever entered.

In came Bad, dressed in an equally royal suit of blacks and red. To Bad's side was Dog. Even the mutt had been dressed for the occasion. A simple white bow was sitting on the middle of her head. How was it staying in place you may ask? By the divine grace of the Gods is my guess.

"We're ready." Bad smiled warmly. After Ember's fall and the weakening magic hold on the citizens, everyone slowly regained their memories. Skeppy included. You could tell Bad was beaming with newfound love, pink dusted his cheeks ever so slightly.

Fresh air filled George's lungs as he inhaled deeply. The mountain air was also so clean and crisp, even though he was inside, the air still chilled his bones. He nodded and gave a small smile.

Bad took a step to the side, allowing space for George to exit the room. The two men walked in rather silence, the only sound accompanying them was the clicking at Dog's nails on the stone. Bad shared a warm smile with George as the make their way to where the ceremony was to be held. They gave each other one final nod as they reached the grand doors that lead to the royal balcony.

The coronation was to be held on the castle's largest balcony. It overlooked the city center, where the massive crowds of peasant folk had gathered to see the crowning of the newest dawn.

Bad opened the grand doors, blinding the two men for a moment as the gold hues of dusk flooded the opening. Ant and Sapnap had already found their places side-by-side the pedestal in which Clay would receive his crown. Even King Philza and his sons were here, displayed like artifacts in a museum. But where was Clay?

George took his spot on the opposite side of the pedestal from Sapnap and Ant, Bad standing just beside him. The crowd of the citizens could be heard roaring, calling out their cheerful cries. George felt himself get alottle overwhelmed, he had never seen so many people in one place before. Bad noticed this and placed a brotherly hand in his shoulder.

As if on cue, the grand doors opened once more, revealing a rather ravishing Clay. He had a thick green coat slung over his shoulders, the trail of the coat gave pity to even the longest of dresses. Clay was positivity dripping with royalty, all he was missing was the the crown of emeralds and diamonds. The crowd exploded into booming cheers.

George's heart fluttered when he saw Clay. Talk about a prince charming.

Clay looked directly into George's eyes and smiled the biggest grin he'd ever seen Clay have. He walked with the pure grace of gods to his pedestal. Once he was on top of it, he kneeled down and hung his head.

King Philza stepped out of line with his sons. Since Clay's father was no longer here, and the previous ruler was also six feet under, Philza had taken the position of giving Clay his kingship. It would normally be the successors father or previous ruler, but either one was available.

A servant held out a pillow with a grand crown on it. Philza gingerly picked up the crown with his gloved hands and walked over to Clay. He stopped just behind the kneeling Prince, staring out into the ocean of citizens.

"With this crown, the divine right to rule is passed down. By receiving this crown, you promise to take care of the needs of the kingdom before your own, and rule with a fist of courage and iron." Philza's words carried through the air like a bird on the morning breeze, graceful yet strong. "With this crown, you shed the title Prince, and again the rank of King."

Philza rose his hands up, showing off the crown. The brilliant light shone through the crystals, sending an array of multicolored beams onto the balcony floor, showing the crown off in it's full undeceiving glory. Philza smiled and lowered the crown, placing atop Clay's dirty blonde hair.

Prince Clay - no - King Clay rose to his feet, facing the crowd with a bright smile. The citizens of the Fifth accepct King Clay with screaming cheers.

"One more thing!" Clay declared as he turned to face George. He had a mischievous smile. A hand was extended out towards George by Clay.

Nervous curiosity bubbled in George's blood as he took ahold of Clay's hand. He was promptly pulled up onto the same pedestal Clay stood.

Clay smiled widely as he held both of George's hand. "Philza once told me... every King needs a Queen... or in my case... a King needs a King." He whispered.

Oh. Oh. George's face red bright red as he pieced together the puzzle. If there was doubt in George's mind, it completely vanished when Clay got down on one knee. The crowds and even the hunters where erupting into applause.

George cupped his own cheeks as he watched Clay pull out a small velvet box.

"George Founders. Would you rule beside me as a king... and as my husband?" He asked, nervousness spiking his voice.

"Oh Clay..." George couldn't help but smile. "Yes. I will." He purred.

"Fuck yes! A royal wedding!" Sapnap cheered.

"Nick! You are still at a coronation! Professionalism, please!" Bad hissed. Ant just snickered.

As the sun grew sad and started to lower down behind the mountains, the time of a new era dawned on the Kingdom Fifth. With Clay as King and George by his side. Every hardship that they faced, they now faced together. Clay rose to his feet and pulled George into a warm kiss. Together they would rule the Kingdom as a King, and as a Hunter.