Picking Petals:

Chapter 26: My King

   The coronation went as I had thought it would, extremely boring and long. Rone had to make oaths after oaths, in front of a massive audience in the throne room. Rone has already announced an emergency required gathering tonight, for tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning, Rone, Orion and I would stand before our people and tell them everything we know, the true nature of elves, and everything we will do to ensure Valkris future. I had to admit I was beyond nervous, and distracted the entire coronation, what if our people refused to believe? After all most Fae have been worshiping "Mother Valkri," for centuries now.

   Finally the head commander placed the crown on top of Rones silver hair. The gold crown gleamed with green emeralds and pearls, complimenting his white tunic and dark velvet green cloak. Everyone stood up as the commander brought Rone to his throne, as Rone sat down everyone bowed, including me. Rones face didn't move a muscle, not even when he stared at me, the subtle blue in his violent eyes bringing a light glow to his face. As everyone rose, voices buzzed around me, many woman gushing on and on how handsome Rone was. No one had the balls to speak ill of Rone, and if they had, I'd cut their tongue out.

   I more then anything wanted to approach Rone, tell him how proud I truly was, but instantly there was an enormous line already formed infront of the granite throne. I realized maybe this coronation was going to be a lot longer then I had hoped.

   I found Musho and Berella watching the vultures waiting to give their gifts to King Rone. I gave burning looks at the fathers itching to introduce their eligible daughters. "Rone is glowing with power," Berella smiled, "I did notice Vern nor Livina showed up."

   "I figured they wouldn't," I sighed still a little disappointed with Livinas choice. Berella and I had changed into simple tunics, pants and our cloaks, we blended right into the Trax unlike all the lavish dressed Fae and humans.

   "Son of a bitch," Musho murmured under his voice, his tan face twisted in shock and amusement.

   A couple Trax members were already heading to where we spotted Gregory emerge from the back of the Throne Room. "He looks good," Berella blurted. She was right, unlike five hours ago, Gregory looked washed out, pale and sick. Now Gregory was smiling, boasting out in laughter, like he was never gone. Gregory was dressed in black from head to toe his ash grey cloak clinging to his shoulders, his smokey hair pulled back behind him. He eventually made his way to us, Musho meeting him halfway giving him a bear hug.

   "I've missed you old man," Gregory chuckled, Musho only came up to his chest so Gregory had to bend down slightly to hug him.

   "Dont look a day over 25," Musho argued.

   "I think 25 is pushing it," Gregory teased, turning to me.

   "Guess you found your way out," I smiled.

   "Needed a little push in the right direction," Gregory shrugged as his gaze set on Orion who was wearily standing behind me. "I'm assuming you're the asshole who stole my body?"

   Orion raised his chin, "If it means anything I'm terribly sorry, but look at it this way, I'm on your side now!"

   I had to avoid rolling my eyes, but Gregory just raised a brow and laughed, "This day keeps getting better and better."

   "He grows on you," I lied. "Anyways I think I'm going to visit Josephine if you'd all like to come? I'm guessing Rone will be tied up for the night, and I'm getting antsy the more Josephine sits."

   "I came ready for war," Gregory said, "Or peace, whatever faiths mood is in."

   "I have nothing better to do, I can bring my tools?" Musho grinned.