The Throne of Deception

Imperial Coronations

      Queen Valencia Almira Martinez

The faint smell of older woman's perfume struck me as we stepped into the domicile. My gaze stayed unyielding, my posture held firm as my mother and I'd consistently practiced months in advance. My deep blue dress embroidered with the many baguettes that that revealed my royal rank, draped along behind me rearranging itself slowly in the front in correspondence with my legs. My free hand balled up demanding my attention from dread that began forming upon my inspecting of the many rows upon rows of elite citizens categorized by their the hierarchy of power. At last, a firm and gentle squeeze of my hand pulls me from my tense thoughts. "Relax, Mija." The deep voice whispered to me as we stepped closer to the platform. As I arrived on top of the hefty platform, I stand beside my father forcing my eyes to stay centered as the royal deep red plush pillow held the crown and scepter, drawing my attention. My mind reflected back to my mother's talks of being queen and her hardships of the throne. My mind was amidst until I unconsciously woke from the familiar trance my mind had trapped me in. I shifted back to the objects that would eventually be in my hands, along with all the responsibility. I watch the faces of admiration and tense glares swept over us as the ceremony was about to begin. My mother held her head high as she stepped up to the right of me, her smile embraced the idea of her passing the power down to me. Eventually, what felt like a short rushed instrumental of the nations anthem, my mother finally greeted her people giving an extensive heartfelt speech of gratitude and happiness of their arrival. My father released my hand and stepped over to the pillow picking it up from the throne and standing slightly behind me waiting patiently for his turn to express his gratitude.

Prince Ravi Yoesp Mun 

From the black colored velvet seats amongst the stricken audience of family, I look through my prism binoculars overseeing my brother's coronation. His lengthy but small figure strolled down the aisle in line with his soldiers, my legs crossed and my back held a pristine posture. I watch as the brother the future king expressed his power through the way he strode his broad features. Envious of his actions I look away and contain my attention to his valiant army rather his boisterous features. After attempting vigorously to keep my attention to one place, my eyes slithered back to my brother and his mustache that complimented his jawline. "Lucky Bastard." I whisper under my breath swinging my foot gently over my knee. Almost halfway through the the coronation a tap from the left side of my shoulder causing me to turn slowly. A deep voice spoke out from behind my ear "The dragon has landed."

Narration

That day everyone was given a crown, and with that crown came the power to govern over thousands. That was the day that history began to be written. One by one everyone took their seat on the throne and secured their position in history books all over the world. This was the beginning of their story.