The Coronation

The Coronation

What should have been a joyous occasion celebrating the turning of a leaf and the start of a new ear was instead a time of somber gloom. The coronation held none of the glitz, glamour, and pageantry common to the fae. No decorations covered the walls, no music filled the air, and neither banquet nor merriment could be found. High King Alaric's killer is still unknown, but the land must move forward. With the land losing its luster and a cloud of death hanging over their heads, the same fae, who had just a few days prior gathered in celebration, now stood before the blackthorn throne as Crown Prince Ambrose Enigma knelt before Queen Consort Maeryn Enigma to receive the crown that had once rested proudly on the head of his father, the late High King Alaric Enigma.

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[Gemini Enigma]

the coronation

[attr="class","box1"]Standing behind the throne was the worst part.  Gemini could stand with his head bowed. He'd been doing that for the better part of his life. It hid the murder in his eyes, the brilliance, the near-insanity that Tantalus must have known.  But what am I being punished for?  Tantalus fooled the gods into consuming human flesh. Perhaps Gemini's mortal flesh was his cardinal sin; he dared to charm the fae, the immortals, into believing he was something false, and so here he stood, up to his neck in water and dying of thirst. Or maybe his fault was in believing that he could.  Most of the punishments the Greeks concocted were useless, torturous labors, the insanity of pointlessness. Rocks up a hill, eagles devouring a liver. Only Icarus experienced glory in his consequences. But Gemini had made his vow: I will never be your Icarus, Jin-hwa Mei.  Maybe the statement proved itself false—maybe that vow was the mark of a pride he was destined to suffer for. But until Gemini was certain that he had taken fate under his hands, whispered in its ear, met it with his blade, and used every last trick that he knew to outwit it, he wouldn't stop trying.  He'd have to kneel for the ceremony. Perhaps he could bear to stand behind the throne, if only for the knowledge that what came next would be worse.   Open [newclass=.box1]margin:0px auto; width:300px; height:425px; background: transparent; overflow:auto; padding:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #091c3d;[/newclass]

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