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[#251] Empire (Original)
Theme Prompt: 251 - Royalty
Title: Empire
Fandom: Original
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 365
Author's note: Written to the tune of Empire by Wengie ft Minnie, but the visuals of Lion by G-Idle (specifically the stage performance on queendom)
Summary: She was bound to inherit the throne. She would make the best of it. For everyone she needed to protect.
She hadn’t meant to ascend to the throne, she thought as she climbed up the steps that had always seemed so daunting to her. She remembered the King sitting on that golden throne, gaze imposing and disdainful the first time she’d seen him. Like she was nothing beneath his gaze, and truth be told, she hadn’t been back then.
The furry cape was heavy on her shoulders as she ascended, dragging along on the ground. Almost like it was trying to pull her back, like it was telling her to stop her ascension.
She turned to face the crowd once she’d ascended to the dais. It wouldn’t do to show hesitation, she knew. Deliberate slowness while ascending the step was accepted, majestic, even. Staring at the throne, head bowed and frozen would do nothing but indicate weakness she couldn’t afford, not with the weight of her peoples’ lives on her shoulder.
“And now, ascending to the throne!”
The man’s voice was carrying through the room, and she could see people straighten up from the corner of her eyes. Look above them, she told herself. Remember what it felt like to look at royalty, and make them feel the same.
“The returning daughter of our beloved monarch, here to continue her father’s reign!”
Remember who you’re doing this for, and what this means for you all.
“Do you accept the responsibilities inherent to your position?”
She didn’t look at the man handing her the gilded scepter, only let her arms open, palms up to receive the scepter and elbows tight at her side. It forced the scepter-holder to place it himself into her hands, a transfer of power rather than a taking of it, even if only in appearance.
“I do,” the newly crowned queen said, and she felt both the weight of the words settle in the room and the weight of the golden cuffs forming around her wrists chain her to her position.
She would be the queen, for as long as it took her to achieve her goals.
Title: Empire
Fandom: Original
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 365
Author's note: Written to the tune of Empire by Wengie ft Minnie, but the visuals of Lion by G-Idle (specifically the stage performance on queendom)
Summary: She was bound to inherit the throne. She would make the best of it. For everyone she needed to protect.
She hadn’t meant to ascend to the throne, she thought as she climbed up the steps that had always seemed so daunting to her. She remembered the King sitting on that golden throne, gaze imposing and disdainful the first time she’d seen him. Like she was nothing beneath his gaze, and truth be told, she hadn’t been back then.
The furry cape was heavy on her shoulders as she ascended, dragging along on the ground. Almost like it was trying to pull her back, like it was telling her to stop her ascension.
She turned to face the crowd once she’d ascended to the dais. It wouldn’t do to show hesitation, she knew. Deliberate slowness while ascending the step was accepted, majestic, even. Staring at the throne, head bowed and frozen would do nothing but indicate weakness she couldn’t afford, not with the weight of her peoples’ lives on her shoulder.
“And now, ascending to the throne!”
The man’s voice was carrying through the room, and she could see people straighten up from the corner of her eyes. Look above them, she told herself. Remember what it felt like to look at royalty, and make them feel the same.
“The returning daughter of our beloved monarch, here to continue her father’s reign!”
Remember who you’re doing this for, and what this means for you all.
“Do you accept the responsibilities inherent to your position?”
She didn’t look at the man handing her the gilded scepter, only let her arms open, palms up to receive the scepter and elbows tight at her side. It forced the scepter-holder to place it himself into her hands, a transfer of power rather than a taking of it, even if only in appearance.
“I do,” the newly crowned queen said, and she felt both the weight of the words settle in the room and the weight of the golden cuffs forming around her wrists chain her to her position.
She would be the queen, for as long as it took her to achieve her goals.
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