A Royal Duty

Coronation Day

Abigail descended the stairs, her gown from her mother rustling softly. At the entrance hall, she found Benjamin, along with other servants from Windsor Manor, gathered near the door.

"Morning, Abigail," Benjamin said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ready for the coronation?"

Abigail nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be. I'm just sad our day will be cut short."

Thomas, the elderly butler, nodded sympathetically. "Aye, Lady Emily, the Earl, and Countess will be returning today. We must ensure everything is spotless."

The group of servants murmured in agreement, their faces solemn.

"Well, let's be off," Benjamin said, offering Abigail his arm. "We don't want to miss the procession."

As they stepped out into the crisp morning air, Abigail felt a thrill of excitement. The coronation was a rare opportunity for servants like themselves to experience the grandeur of the royal court.

Their small group joined the crowds streaming towards the castle, the sound of drums and trumpets growing louder. As they walked, Abigail's thoughts drifted to Francis. Would he attend the coronation? She imagined him standing tall, his eyes scanning the crowds.

Benjamin noticed her gentle smile. "What's making you smile, Abigail?" he asked, his voice low and hopeful.

Abigail's cheeks flushed slightly. She didn't want to encourage Benjamin's affections, but couldn't help her thoughts of Francis. "Just thinking about the festivities, I suppose," she replied, her tone light.

Benjamin's eyes lingered on hers, searching for more. "You seem particularly pleased today," he pressed, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Abigail glanced away, focusing on the castle gates ahead. "It's just a special day, that's all," she said, her smile fading.

Benjamin nodded, though his gaze still held a hint of longing. Abigail's subtle dismissal didn't deter him; he remained attentive, his arm still offered.

As they approached the castle, the sounds of celebration grew louder. Abigail's heart quickened, her thoughts returning to Francis.

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Francis stood motionless, his gaze locked on his reflection in the mirror. Servants bustled around him, adjusting his coronation attire with precision. Lucas stood by, watching with a mix of pride and concern.

Sir Bowen approached, his voice low and measured. "Your Highness, today's ceremony marks a new era for our kingdom. You must present yourself with dignity and authority."

Francis's gaze shifted, meeting Sir Bowen's in the mirror. "I understand, Sir Bowen. I will not falter."

Sir Bowen nodded, his expression grave. "I have every confidence in you, Your Highness. Lucas, see that the royal guard is positioned and the Archbishop awaits at the cathedral."

Lucas nodded, his eyes never leaving Francis's face. "Already done, Sir Bowen."

Sir Bowen turned back to Francis. "Your balcony address will be crucial. Speak from the heart, Your Highness. Inspire and reassure the people."

Francis's jaw clenched. "I will, Sir Bowen. I promise."

Francis's gaze swept the room as the servants finish dressing him up, his voice firm, commanding attention. "Leave us, everyone. I require a moment with Lucas." The words hung in the air, a palpable sense of urgency.

The servants and attendants bowed, filing out of the chamber with quiet efficiency. Owen hesitated, his eyes lingering on Francis before following the others. Sir Bowen paused, his expression questioning.