"Wake up, Princess Shyla, it is time to get ready for coronation. Your coronation gown is ready. The part that goes on underneath your dress is hanging up in the bathroom. Take a shower before you get dressed, please." Miss Elfeya murmured, leaving my room as I stumbled into the bathroom, yawning. I quickly showered, the warm water waking me up and I toweled off before examining the coronation gown, and groaning.
"Breakfast is here, dear." Miss Elfeya shouted through the door, and I groaned again, before slipping into the monstrosity of the underneath of my coronation dress. It wasn't terrible but, it was white, and purple. It fit to my skin like a second glove, which was just uncomfortable as it is, since I started shedding last night, when I apparently shifted into an actual Batsamic Lioness. Don't ever shift to a Batsamic Lioness. It hurts extremely bad and then there is the shedding.
"It smells good." I smiled, sitting at the table, before a bowl of piping hot meat was sat in front of me and I dug in, gratefully.
"You shifted in your sleep didn't you?" Miss Elfeya asked.
"Yeah. I was a Batsamic Lioness. It woke me up which is great because I died in my dream." I replied stretching my muscles while I chewed the meat that was in my mouth, not feeling it scorch my tongue.
"You must've been a Batsamic Lioness for the whole dream then, because normally you'd be waiting for that meat to cool down, if it was just for a few seconds up to a few minutes." Miss Elfeya wondered aloud.
"Is there more?" I asked, finishing the last piece, and looking in the mirror realized that I looked like I came from the butchers shop, and was in the back where the action took place. "Ugh. I need to change clothes." I sighed, digging into the fresh bowl of meat that was placed in front of me.
"Yes, you do." Miss Elfeya chuckled to herself before walking to my wardrobe and pulling out the a dress that shone in the light and sparkled when she moved with it.
"That's pretty and all but I am starving still." I sighed, looking at the empty bowls in front of me.
"I will get you more meat." Matty sighed, from the doorway, before walking the other direction.
"Thanks Matty." I purred, drinking the milk that was provided.
"I will do your hair now, so you can eat all your meat." Miss Elfeya sighed as Matty laid down four more bowls down and the first three bowls were gone in no time, leaving the last bowl of meat for me to stare at.
"What's wrong with that last bowl of meat?" Matty asked, with a growl.
"It's just sitting there." I sighed, slowly eating the meat in the last bowl, before smiling and throwing the last piece at Matty.
"Thanks for the meat, princess." Matty smiled, popping it into his mouth before spitting it out. "It's burning my tongue. How can you eat almost six bowls of that?" Matty shrieked, chugging the water that he brought, while I just sat there laughing until my sides hurt.
"Matty, please get out. Princess Shyla needs to get ready." Miss Elfeya quietly commanded, as I stared at my clothes and laughed some more.
"Bye, princess, catch ya later." Matty mumbled, taking the meat with him.
"Get out of that bloody dress. I can't believe you actually ate that much meat." Miss Elfeya chuckled, watching me shred the dress in order to get out of it.
"That dress better not be as tight or I will scream." I growled, quickly washing the blood off of my skin before stepping into the dress and stood still as Miss Elfeya buttoned the buttons along the back.
"That white gown was just the one that all royalty wear under the gown, before they put the actual coronation gown on. They also wear it when they eat. It's supposed to keep you're posture perfect. Most royal women wear them underneath their actual gowns, but you shifted in your sleep and needed the meat, so yours got destroyed with the meat thing and we can't clean it while it is on you, but nevermind that, we will just throw it away." Miss Elfeya spoke, softly, while I did my routine stretches and found that I can move and breathe much easier in the new gown.
"Thanks, Miss Elfeya." I sighed, sitting at my vanity, so she can do my makeup, real quick.
"I will hurry and do your makeup because we are almost late." Miss Elfeya informed me.
"If we are a little late, I don't think anybody will mind." I answered, honestly, while she started working on my face.
"I will call in some more elves to help so you are on time." She spoke suddenly, and I shivered at the sudden onslaught of magic and soon there were hands doing my nails and helping with my face makeup. With the extra help, soon they left via magic and I shivered again, and I opened my eyes and I looked like last night, but the eyeliner was more visible and it shimmered, the color on my lips kept changing in the light and my eyes were a brilliant pink and my eyelashes threw light every time I blinked.
"Thanks, Miss Elfeya. We must go now, I assume?" I asked standing up and turning my back to the mirror as I quickly slipped into the shimmering pink heeled shoes that awaited for me.
"Yes. I will escort you down there and up to the dais, Matthew Grean will follow behind us, to make sure we are just fine." Miss Elfeya sighed, as we walked out the door.
"Hello, Matthew Grean." I spoke formally, trailing behind Miss Elfeya.
"Hello, Princess Shyla and Miss Elfeya. You are right on time." Matthew answered with a formal bow.
"Yes, and we must get going." Miss Elfeya spoke, ushering us faster. We neared the ball room and the decorations were so pretty. There were white and pink flowers of all kinds scattered around with white and pink ribbons tied around them. I glided to the dais with Miss Elfeya and Matthew, before bidding ado to Miss Elfeya, and kneeling on the dais, and bowing my head, shivering after a moment of kneeling.
"Princess Shyla has passed all the tests and the throne has chosen her, so I now pronounce that Princess Shyla is now Queen Shyla." the priest announced to quiet room, before placing the crown on my head, and asking me to choose a weapon from the table at the far end of the room.
"Why?" I asked, confused, glancing over the weapons and not seeing any that spoke to me.
"Because you are going to be battling a Batsamic vine tiger. Very fierce creature." the priest smiled a wolfish grin.
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Alienated!
FantasyShyla Hyannis eventually goes from good to evil and back. So does her bodyguard. They are trying to save her people no matter the cost. The price they have to pay is their humanity. Can they make it back to the light or be alienated in the dark fore...
