The Violet-Eyed

Epilogue

Solaria gazed down at her flowing gown. Adorned with all sorts of precious gems, she sashayed towards Martin, who was standing beside the dais.

"You're beautiful," Martin smiled, looking her up and down. "It's all so surreal, isn't it? I can't believe we're already made it out alive from those terrible days."

Solaria rolled her eyes and nudged him in the ribs. "Hey, the priest is calling you. Don't you forget that we have a coronation in five minutes," she teased.

The priest cleared his throat. "In light of unfortunate events that resulted in the disappearance of the heir Martin Dalian, and the devious scheme to dethrone Queen Solaria, who reigned in his place, I shall now restore both of them to their rightful place. Martin, would you kneel on this cushion, please."

After Martin had sank down to his knees on the violet cushion, the priest continued on. "In the name of Almighty God, I crown you today as the King of Soulvale. You shall, to the best of your ability, protect and defend all Soulvalians. Rise, King Martin!" A huge gold crown was placed onto his head, rubies and sapphires sparkling.

Martin rose, beaming at the crowd who had come to watch. "Solaria Archington-Dalian, once-queen of Soulvale, come forward to receive your crown," he commanded.

Solaria stepped onto the dais, kneeling before Martin. At the sight of her, the crowd burst out in applause. "Solaria, I hereby crown you, my wife, as the Queen of Soulvale. May you aid me in ruling through both good and best times. Rise, Queen Solaria!" He gently placed a small golden tiara, decorated with shimmering diamonds, on her head.

"Long live King Martin! Long live Queen Solaria!" the crowd cheered.

Offering Solaria his hand, Martin winked. "Come, my queen. We have a feast to attend."

{The End}