The Order of the Pearl Dragon

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Chapter 6 - The Coronation

At last it was the day scheduled for Lillian’s Royal Coronation as Queen of Westoria and at that very moment she was being prepared by her maidens in the royal chambers while King Draxus was busy overseeing preparations down in the Main Hall for the lavish ceremony. The guests were expected soon enough.

It had been almost a week since her attempted kidnapping and Draxus now felt confident that it would once again be safe for them to proceed with the ceremony. He wanted to adhere to their traditions as much as possible given their current concerns. More than anything, as King he wanted his people to feel safe and secure in the Kingdom.

Lillian was standing on a small stool which had been purposely positioned in front of the large arch balcony window. This allowed the young Queen a view while she was forced to stand still for so long. Standing here like this, it somewhat reminded her of her wedding day as she looked down at the three maidens currently dressing her.

The Queen’s traditional coronation gown was quite unique and unlike anything she had ever worn before. Not only was it made of exquisite materials and heavy to wear, but it was also quite massive.

The majority of the gown was white with curvy golden patterns that shone and sparkled as she moved. With long sleeves which fit snugly over her slender arms and ran all the way down to her wrists, the constricted bodice wrapped tightly around her breasts and ribs making it rather difficult for her to breathe. But it looked incredible.

The bodice was adorned with glistening clear-cut diamonds all the way down to the beginning of the long bouffant skirt, which curved out just above her hips and fell down to the floor gracefully. Incredibly beautiful white and gold lace fell down over the skirt and ran into a long monarch style train behind her about a metre in length. Lillian only hoped that she didn’t need to suddenly walk backwards during the ceremony; that may be difficult.

The gown to say the least, was gorgeous.

Her long golden hair had been carefully styled by the King’s head stylist Gaston into an extra-large, thick loose braid with a long string of sparkling diamonds weaved in and out of it, all the way down to the tip of her hair which reached the middle of her back. Right up at the top of her head her hair had large loose waves on either side, allowing the perfect place for the diamond encrusted crown to sit. Gaston was very good at what he did and creating a signature style for a coronation was right up his alley.

“Wow...” came a surprising voice from the doorway; a deep and familiar voice causing her toes to curl with anticipation as a smirk formed at the corner of her lip.

Fighting back a large smile Lillian turned her head to see him standing there, casually leaning against the door frame with his arms folded in front of his chest. He was dressed in a black and gold suit with full length sleeves and black gloves. His long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail behind his head and neatly combed and his usual stubble appeared to be gone. He looked dangerously enticing as he looked her up and down like a hungry animal.

“And what do you think you’re doing in here?” she asked.

“Admiring the view.” Draxus replied smoothly.

She giggled, as did her maidens who continued to busily work on finishing her look.

“It’s beautiful, Draxus.” she remarked as her hands slowly brushed down the diamond encrusted bodice and she turned to look at herself in the mirror once more, “I actually feel like a Queen in this. It’s strange…”

“Well, you look like a goddess.” he shot back as he pushed off the door frame and began to walk into the room, making his way across towards her slowly, “And should always be treated as one.”

He stopped about a metre away from her now, careful to keep his distance from such an enticing temptation.

“Seriously though, you look beautiful Lillian.” he said with a small smile, “I’m proud of you for choosing to go ahead with the coronation, given recent events and all.”

“It’s what Westoria needs, is it not?” she asked casually as Willow carefully clipped the long white velvet cape onto the top of each of her shoulders. “Who am I to deny the people what they need.”

“Spoken like a true Queen.” Draxus grinned with satisfaction.

He wanted to say more to her, to tell her how ravishing she looked and how hard she was currently making him but refused to do so before the maidens also present in the room. There would come a time in the not-too distant future where he would be allowed to express his opinion on just how ravishing she looked.

“Once the coronation has concluded there will be a grand feast for all to attend. And then I’ll have you all to myself.” he instead explained.

“Can we just skip to the end?” Lillian teased with a cheeky smirk, “I like the sound of that part in particular.”

He chuckled deeply.

“I’m afraid not.” he said as he walked across to look out the balcony window, “And for the record, you’re not helping my current situation at all, my Queen.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion at his last comment as she tried to understand what he was referring to. As he began to turn to the side she suddenly caught sight of his erect manhood, strained beneath his dress pants and suddenly it all made sense. Lillian’s eyes widened as she sucked in a sharp breath and bit her bottom lip; Draxus was secretly informing her of just how hard she was making him.

“Oh...” she murmured softly to herself.

Changing the subject he began to talk about the ceremony instead.

“Guests have already begun to arrive. The ceremony is scheduled to begin in an hour. I’ll be there with you the entire time, so you’ll have nothing to worry about. You’re gonna be great.” Draxus continued, “Well, I’d better take my leave now... while I can still walk.”

She couldn’t help it. Lillian suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, her hands moving to cover her face as Draxus gave her a naturally bright smile showing his straight white teeth while he walked toward the doorway and then exited the room. It was the first time anyone had seen Draxus smiling like that in years! Even the maidens noticed how happy the usually merciless Dragon King was and it had indeed surprised them.

Was his new Queen melting away his icy exterior, after long last?

As guests began to arrive and file into the Great Hall to be seated for the ceremony, a familiar looking stranger stepped inside of the large room and looked around, taking it all in.

“The place hasn’t changed a bit!” he spoke softly to himself as he came up to where the guests were being seated.

He was dressed in a specially tailored white suit with his short black hair slicked back; his hazel eyes looked across to find a free seat beside an elderly woman with white hair.

It would have to do.

Sitting beside her quietly he rested his back against the seat and sat in silence as she gave him a casual side glance, then another, and another. She seemed intrigued; the stranger sitting beside her looked like someone she thought she recognized but couldn’t quite place.

“Um, excuse me sir.” she finally spoke, “Have we perhaps met? I don’t mean to sound strange or anything, but you look so familiar.”

He grinned.

“I get that a lot.”

Before the old woman could pry any further the blasting of horns suddenly sounded, echoing throughout the Great Hall and signalling that the ceremony was about to begin.

“Looks like we’re about to get a new Queen.” he spoke to no one in particular.

“Yes, I hear she’s rather beautiful.” the old woman added.

“You’ve seen her then?” he asked turning to face her now.

“Oh, no. I haven’t been fortunate enough to have laid eyes upon her I’m afraid, but I’ve heard she’s a looker.” she winked.

Turning his head away he rolled his hazel eyes in the opposite direction as she continued talking.

“I guess she’d have to be stunning to have stolen the mighty Dragon King’s heart.”

He let out a long sigh as he gritted his teeth praying that the ceremony would be over sooner rather than later. He wasn’t sure how much more of this woman’s incessant rambling he could take.

The beginning of the ceremony went rather smoothly, considering how nervous Lillian was to be named as Queen in front of most of the people in Westoria. In truth these people were but strangers to her and she wanted to make Draxus proud not matter what.

When it came time to officially crown her as Queen she could feel the butterflies floating around in her stomach as she stepped up each of the marble steps slowly. One step at a time she continued making her way up to the pair of matching thrones positioned before her.

Draxus was already seated in the one on her left with a big smile on his face as he watched her slowly approach hers, turn and then sit down beside him. She thought the throne was quite hard as she watched the Archbishop approach her with a warm smile. He was quite old, with a frail wrinkled face and white hair showing from underneath his long hat as he hunched along slowly. But his smile was warm and kind.

A servant stepped forward with his head bowed. He carried a large black pillow balanced in both hands as he stopped beside the Archbishop and knelt down, holding out the pillow and presenting the crown...

The crown of a Queen.

Lillian’s emerald eyes moved to watch as the Archbishop lifted it up off of the black silk pillow and stepped up to where she was seated. He turned to the crowd as he spoke his next words loudly for all to hear.

“By the power vested in me, as the Archbishop of Westoria, I hereby name this woman, Lillian Rose Krillian...” he paused as he turned to face her now, “Queen of Westoria.”

With that he lowered the diamond encrusted crown down onto her head and positioned it carefully. Lillian could feel the massive weight of the crown as it was lowered onto her head and she worried it may somehow slip off. But her worries were frivolous; it fit her head perfectly, as if it were made for her.

The Archbishop moved aside to reveal the new ruler to the people who had come to witness her coronation and she looked out into the sea of smiling faces. Her butterflies began to settle as she relaxed a little more into her role.

“Long live the Queen!” he shouted with pride.

The crowd erupted in a joint chant as they spoke in perfect unison, repeating his comment three times.

“Long live the Queen! Long live the Queen! Long live the Queen!”

Turning her head to the side Lillian smiled with relief as he saw her husband smiling back at her. A feeling of great pride washed over her as she allowed the excitement of this moment overcome her. She had made him proud.

The next moment she and Draxus both stood together and moved closer to take each other’s hand. His hand was covered by a black glove but it still felt warm and secure as he held onto hers tightly.

“See, wasn’t that hard after all.” he whispered to her as the crowd cheered and clapped for their leaders.

She only smiled in response.

With a small tug of his hand, the King began to lead his wife down the marble stairs one by one and across the centre aisle of the room while people on either side of them clapped and cheered as the couple proudly strolled by.

Their King and Queen.

Lillian couldn’t stop smiling as she passed by so many new faces; faces she hoped she would one day come to know.

As they walked, Draxus turned his head slightly and spoke.

“I hope you’re hungry.”

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