Rey opened her eyes, and jumped out of bed. She was so excited for the day to come that she could barely contain herself. Today was her sister, Phasma's coronation.
Rey put on her elegant green ball gown, then she combed through her messy brown hair and pulled it back into three buns.
She opened her door and ran out into the hallway. It was bustling with servants, busy preparing for the celebration to come. Rey was so excited...for as long as she could remember the castle gates had been locked and she had been trapped in the castle walls. She had been alone for so long... her sister hadn't spoken to her much since they were both young. Now perhaps she would finally get to meet other people... and maybe even make a friend or two.
~*~
Phasma let out a shaky breath. The day she knew she had to face ever since her parents' death, the day she had dreaded for so long had come. She looked up at the portrait of her father, how could she do this without him and her mother?
She walked to the door and opened it. She mustered all of her courage and informed the guard to open the gates.
Then she walked to the balcony, lightly pushing open the doors to reveal a crowd of royals dukes, duchesses and all the common folk of Arendale pouring into the castle courtyard. Her heart began to race...there were so many. Could they see her flaws, condemn her leadership, doubt her just as she did herself?
~*~
The gates opened and Rey smiled excitedly. She hurried outside, greeting everyone she passed...she'd never seen so many people.
She ran through the streets, she'd never been to the village and she wanted to explore as much of it as she could while she had the chance. She was so excited and distracted, that she ran right into the side of a horse.
"Watch where you're going," she told the rider, though she knew that she was the one who should be watching where she was going.
"Oh...I am deeply sorry my lady," the rider said pulling back on the reins. He then dismounted and extended his hand to her.
Rey looked up at him, he was a handsome young man with ginger hair and sea foam green eyes. Rey took his hand shyly. "It's alright," she said trying not be awkward. But it wasn't easy, she hadn't really socialized with anyone before.
He smiled. "Where are my manners? Prince Hux of the southern isles."
She smiled at him curtsying. "Princess Rey of Arendale."
"My lady," he said kneeling.
"You don't have to kneel... I'm not that princess... it's just me."
"Just you?" he echoed.
She smiled at him, not replying. Just then the bells began to ring. "The coronation...I have to go...I better go." She turned and began to run back towards the palace, before she stopped and looked back at him. "I'll see you there?"
He smiled and waved back.
~*~
Rey stood at the alter next to her sister, Phasma as she faced the priest.
Phasma reached out to grab the orb and scepter that lay on the pillow in front of her.
The priest cleared his throat. "Your Majesty...the gloves."
Phasma's breath caught in her thouht as she slowly began to take off her gloves, setting them on the pillow. Her shaky hands reached out and grabbed the orb and scepter then she turned to face the crowd shaking as all eyes were on her.
The priest began to repeat the words of the coronation ceremony... the same words he had spoken at her father's coronation. Finally, he finished. "...Queen Phasma Of Arendale."
Phasma quickly placed the items in her hand back on the pillow and replaced her gloves on her hands.
Rey looked out at the audience and saw Prince Hux sitting between two men who had fallen asleep during the ceremony. She snuck a shy wave at him.
He waved back trying not to wake the two men.
