Behind the Trigger

~Chapter Three: The Cornation~

~Ash's POV~

It was four o'clock in the afternoon and the preparations were almost done for Morta's coronation. I was in a black tux with a crown sitting on my head. The crown was made of Stygian Iron and obsidian with smokey diamonds placed in the middle of each spike. It was too fancy if you ask me, but oh well. I also wore a hoodless black cloak that was draped over one shoulder with my sword sheathed on my left side. Deciding that I could leave the maids to do the rest of the decorations, I left off in the direction of Morta's room.

While walking the halls, I thought about what life would look like in the future with her here. I originally thought that my future was always going to be alone and the next time I would see Morta would be on the battlefield. I would have nightmares about me killing her, her getting hurt because of me, or of really anything that endangered Morta's safety. Wow, I'm really fall-, I stopped that thought right where it started, even if I fear that it may be completely true.

Upon reaching Morta's door, I lingered outside for a bit before knocking. Why was I nervous? I asked myself. It's Morta, I've known her since we were two. It can't be that hard to just knock on her door, right? I gathered myself and knocked on the black wood.

A soft, "Come in!" could be heard, so I opened the door.

Morta was in her dress and her hair and make-up done. Crimson eyeshadow matched her eyes and hair, which was in large, bouncy curls that cascaded down her back and shoulders. Blood red lipstick was shining on her lips as she had just taken a sip of wine. The dress hugged her body, but it wasn't too tight to the point where it was scandalous. I could just make out the glint of her heels from under the skirt of her dress.

"You look amazing," I breathed out as I walked in.

"So do you," Morta beamed as she hugged me.

I melted into the embrace, happy to be in her arms. She was just tall enough to place her chin on my shoulder with her heels on. I wrapped my arms around her waist as her hands wrapped around mine.

"Are you ready?" I asked as we pulled apart and made eye contact.

"Honestly, I don't know, but with you, by my side, I can do anything," she says.

At that moment, everything felt right. With that in mind, we leaned closer and our lips pressed together in perfect harmony. We stayed in this position for what felt like forever, in bliss, before we broke apart, both gasping for breath.

"I've wanted to do that for a very long time," I pant out.

"So have I," Morta confesses as a small smile graces her lips.

"Now are you ready?" I questioned as I looked into her eyes once again.

"Now I'm ready to take on the world," she confirms.

I stick out my arm and she takes it graciously. We step out of the room in full stride, walking in pace with each other into the throne room. All chatter stops as we emerge through the throne room doors and the people of the Darklands press themselves into a deep bow. I motion for them to stand and walk with Morta up to the front of the room. She stops short of me, already knowing what is to happen. I walk a little further than her, maybe a few feet in front of her, and turn to face her. I get ready to make my speech.

"Welcome, people of the Darklands to the coronation of soon-to-be-Queen Morta. I am delighted to see you all here to see your future Queen, it shows great support for your kingdom. Now, may you all witness the crowning of your Queen," I announce to the crowd of people.

I step forward and draw my sword from my scabbard, the point to the ground. Morta kneels to the ground, a good portion of her dress touching the floor.