The Way of the Future: Age of Machines(Completed)

The Princess Becomes the Queen

In the grand palace at the center of the capital, a chamber of grand stature was built. The extravagant decorations, the silk sheets, and hanging purple threads gave even the most arrogant and dissatisfied royalty and nobility a sense of ambiguity and humility. And it is where the Atira Royalty are laid to rest. Behind the shining golden walls were the remains of a dozen great monarchs that ruled the Kingdom Of Atira, the Atira family lineage. The King was transferred to the chamber for the enviable outcome was near.

On the king-sized bed, the King of Atira lied weakly. His sanity was deprived of him, his once strong and calm nature has been shattered and will never recover. The princess of Atira, his daughter, sat on the corner of the bed, staring at her father's eyes. The eyes she grew up with, the eyes that gave her courage and fulfillment whenever they shined at her.

Her father could barely move his mouth, his limbs were too weak to even nudge. His motionless eyes struggled to stay open, staring at the wondrous ceiling. The princess did not cry, nor did she show any distraught or dismay. She didn't show any signs of distress, she didn't even flinch when she heard her father lied on the royal deathbed.

But she was only putting up a facade, deep inside her seemingly null appearance, her heart was screaming in pain. Not only is she gonna lose all of what remains of her family, but she will also be left alone to face an enemy far beyond their comprehension, an enemy with an army of metal, that spewed magic from their weird wands. An enemy that disregards all life, not even the little children. An enemy, that she knew, was keen, on their destruction.

Her father's lips suddenly moved. The princess quickly leaned over near her father's face and placed her ear near his mouth. The king whispered.

"You are.. of Atira. We loved.. you.. your mother would've been proud"

The princess smiled.

"I am, of Atira, daughter of a benevolent king who loved his people.."

A fragile smile ran across the king's face one last time.

His smile then quivered and disappeared. His hands lost all their strength and fell to the sides of the bed. His eyes were finally defeated by death. The princess held her father's now-lifeless hands together. A single tear fell from her right eye as both her iris began to glow yellow.

The Will of Atira has finally been passed to her.

She stood up from the bed and dropped her father's hands. This was no time to mourn, she thought. I have been scorned by the loss of the one's dear to me, now that I see everything I feel will get in my way of doing what is important. I am the daughter of the King of Atira, the Will of Atira has finally come to me, the blessings of the Gods and Goddesses are now in my grasp.

I will avenge you.

The princess blew the candles off, the room fell dark. Her yellow eyes illuminated the room as she walked to the only door. As she grabbed the doorknob, she looked back at her father's bed, her yellow light illuminating his body. She gently opened the door. The Grand Mage was standing a few meters from the door.

"It is time," The Grade Mage said, barely hiding the sadness from his voice.

"I hereby pledge my fealty, to your majesty, the Queen"

The princess just smiled. She was wearing a simple dress, a yellow-striped velvet dress. She suddenly pulled her dress from the side of the neck and ripped it off. Her action surprised both of them, she ripped off her dress and threw to the ground. Exposing her chest and stomach while leaving her skirt on.

"Bring me something, fit for a queen"

"Of course, your majesty, you shall be crowned at dawn in the palace. You must consolidate your power in this kingdom before we can face those outside" The Grand Mage's expression changed from a pessimistic to a rather stoic expression.

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The next day, the coronation ceremony was held in the palace's throne room. The 20 great nobles and their families were all in attendance, the throne room was decorated with lavish ornaments, drapes and purple banners embedded with gemstones and gold. Everyone was sitting on their chairs, facing the princess as she walked up towards her father's throne.

The atmosphere was damp, no candles were lit, the windows were opened allowing the cold breeze to blow inside. The sky was dark, clouds of nimbus covered the sky and it felt like it was about to rain hard. The Grand Mage was standing on the right side of the throne, holding the Sacred Crown of Atira.

The bells suddenly rang, echoing through the halls and empty streets. The people were all inside, a curfew was in effect. The Grand Mage began to chant, to the ears of commoners and the uneducated, his words were gibberish. But in the ears of the royals and mages, he was speaking the language of the Gods and Goddesses.

The princess sat down on the throne, her royal dress laced with gold and fine gemstones and a velvet color spreading throughout gave her an aura of beauty and elegance. Her face was white as snow, her eyes began to glow yellow once more, her small lips and short hair coupled with her almost perfectly curved physique was enough to pull out the lust from even the strongest of wills.

But she had no intention to do so, nor did she have any intention to love anyone else, bearing a scarred heart and putting up a facade of calmness. Nothing really changed, she was still weak, naive, and emotionally unstable.

The Grand Mage finish speaking and faced the princess, he then held the crown up high from her head.

"Long live, the queen" He whispered. The princess smiled and closed her eyes.

The Grand Mage placed the crown over her head, officially proclaiming her as the Queen of the Kingdom of Atira. The nobles stood up along with their families and clapped, "long live the queen!" They shouted.

But some weren't there to celebrate a new monarch taking control of the Kingdom, they knew she was the only one left of the Atira lineage and seeing through her facade, this was their time to take control of the Kingdom as a whole.