Prolouge

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"My darling, it's time." A rusty voice croaked, it belonged to the queen, her beauty, her grace.

She had grey hair and red eyes, a overly red nose and two buck teeth. Her red gown and gold crown was enough to show her authority.

She approached her son, Junxz,  a brown haired boy with black beady eyes, he wore a black vest with a white ascot, and black dress shoes. He was tall and lean.

His eyes widened, "But mother-" he was cut off by a soft smile, and a hand on his cheek.

"My son, you are ready," she smiled, they stared at each other before leaping into a hug, it lasted a few seconds before the queen let go. "Now off to it, my boy"

And with a pat on the back, she shooed him off. It was time for his Coronation. He was going to be crowned king, and would rule this great kingdom.

The gay preist stood in their rainbow cloak, a golden crown in hand. Junxz walked towards them. Once the crowd that surrounded them noticed him, they applauded him as he approached.

Junxz kneeled down, ready to receive the crown, the priest smiled as he placed it down own his head. "All rise, for his majesty the king!"

Cheers were heard all around him, they shouted and praised him.

King Junxz the first was here.

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