The White Clover (Black Clover x reader)

To Be Queen

A week went by of cleaning up the Captial and rebuilding the Kingdom. Magic Knights and civilians alike would marvel and stare in awe at the sheer amount of magic and grace coming from [Y/n] as she used her restoration spell to revert the damages and restore mana. It covered large areas that her voice carried, but there was still so much to be done. She tried not to let the pressure get to her.

"Your Highness, you need rest." Albern reminded [Y/n] as they walked together through a bit more rubble. The princess walked with her hand properly folded in front of her with her [e/c] eyes focused forward, not pay mind to how exhausted she really was. [Y/n] could feel and pain in her throat and mana being drained dangerously low. Walking around in puffy dress and a heavy tiara was aching her body. Her shoes weren't very comfortable either.

Yet, Albern couldn't be prouder.

"My Goddess!" [Y/n] could hear in the distance as she waved at the crimson haired male, who looked to be ready to fall to his knees and worship the ground that she walked on. He wasn't the only one in awe her presence. [Y/n] forced a smile nonetheless; she was too tired to be pulled between all of her suitors right now. She's been working nonstop to clean her kingdom. "Let us return to the castle for now." [Y/n] said, in a gentle tone, "We'll continued in a few hours. Please have Charmy-senpai's food sent to me in the library."

Albern smiled a little then bowed, "As you wish."

With that, they went back to the castle. [Y/n] sat in the library, eating in front of the portrait of her mother. She wanted to make her mother and Thea proud and make the Clover Kingdom thrive with peace and prosperity. A kingdom her mother would have loved. But she needed to become Queen first.

Despite trying not to think about the trial, she was worried about Asta and Secré. [Y/n] finished her food, feeling her mana be replenished. Her eyes landed on her mother's crown displayed on a podium. Then an idea hit her.

"Albern, has the trial started yet?" [Y/n] asked, knowing the man was standing near the door behind her.

"I believe so." He spoke, "Although, they told us it would be held two days from now."

[Y/n] smirked a bit. "Please tell the seamstress I need her assistances in my quarters." She continued, walking towards the crown and holding it in her hands. It was heavy. Like the weight of the responsibility to rebuild and protect her kingdom.

"Right away." Albern said as [Y/n] walked past him and down the hall to her room.

[Y/n] didn't have much time. This could be seen as rebellion or even be seen as a disgrace. From what Albern had told her, anyone who defines Damnatio's justice could have their whole clan wiped out. [Y/n] had to do something to save Asta.

Her cousin's justice was not going to get in her way.

Albern stood outside the room with [Y/n]'s red royal cape over his arm. He had a feeling of what [Y/n] had planned, and he couldn't hide the smirk on his face. The door opened and only the seamstress came out with tears in her eyes as one of the maids rubbed her back.

Albern's eyes widened a bit seeing the elderly woman so emotional, "D-Did something happen?"

The woman put her hand up, composing herself. "She... She's... so beautiful. Our Queen has returned. I'm so happy to have lived to see the day."

Soon, [Y/n] stepped out, dressed in a white gown and her mother's crown.