Long Live The Queen belongs to Georgina Bensley of Hanako Games. I love this game, especially the pairing of Briony/Elodie and I dedicate this fic to my friend Wolf who bought me this game.

Lady Of The Royal Bedchamber

Coronation

Today was my fifteenth birthday. It was an important one to say the least. Today was the day I leave childhood and start the bridge to adulthood. Today is my coronation. This time last year, I was celebrating my fourteenth birthday in the school gardens. I remember the brownish grey cotton uniforms that clung below my knees. I was surrounded by friends. We were like knights of the round table all lined up in a circle holding hands.

The teacher brings us all tea and cakes as Winston Gold, the son of the wealthy merchant, Richard Gold wove a crown made of flowers. I was just a little princess then. My title was meant to be something for the future. My parents sent me some wonderful gifts for me to share with the class. Soft moist cakes, cute little pins that we all wore and a live orchestra.

It didn't matter that my parents weren't there at the time. I was just a princess then. My title was destined to be part of the future. My peers would someday be the dukes and duchesses beside me, but we were only children. I remember a week after my birthday, my mother took me to her favourite part of the countryside. The white horses attached to our carriage galloped freely.

If only I knew it would have been the last time I would see her again. When I visit my mother's tomb, I wonder if the same fate lies for me. The past 40 weeks have consisted of dodging assassins and winning wars. Mother, if you can see me now, are you proud of me? I'm fifteen years old, a legal adult. I have worked hard to get to this point. I studied everything from money, to military, to magic to animal care. I suffered heartache and loss. I prepared myself for my coronation. I was more than just a princess. I became a nurse, an artist, a hunter, an entrepreneur, an athlete, a tyrant, a dancer, a leader, a witch, a warrior and a lover.

Now the time has come. I followed the velvet road that lead to the golden throne. I kneel before the priestess as everyone bows before me. I could barely hear her blessings. The weight of my dress drags me down as my tight corset distracts me. The priestess raises her voice.

"I call upon the gods to deliver peace, wisdom," the Priestess of the First Circle announces as her eyes gaze at me. "And prosperity to you, and through you, to all of Nova. I call upon you, for your oath of rulership."

I raise from the floor and take my place in my mother's old seat. The Priestess of the First Circle wraps a regal red cloak around my neck. It warms my shoulders. "Will you guide and govern and protect your people to the best of your ability, according to law and custom?"

"I will."

The Priestess of the First Circle clips blue pearls on my ears. "Will you to the best of your power uphold the ideals of love, honour, justice, and mercy?"

"I will." I shout louder then before.

The Priestess of the First Circle plants the crown on my head. It's dripping with jewels. I relax my shoulders and balance with weight on my head. The priestess continues to speak. "Lords and Ladies assembled: I present to you your undoubted Queen, who has sworn you her loyalty. You who have come to give homage, will you do the same?"

One at a time, the head of each duchy approaches my throne and kneels to swear his or her service to me and my heirs. It included those who tried to kill me and those who considered have supported plots against me in favour of the traitors. That was in the past now. This is the future. If we all work together, we will make Nova great again.

Everybody is talking about my marriage. The first suitor that comes to mind is Talarist, the former Duke of Sedna, now Duke of Elath. Marrying him could bee a strong politicial alliance. Talarist would benefit more than me. But with the desperate need for heirs, combining our futures may make the dynasty more fragile than stronger. There was also that blond jerk, Banion, the Duke of Maree. He's ten years older than me, but he's a powerful and eligible noble.

The new Duke of Lillah, Kiran is more closer to my age, he's quite handsome and he would be a good match. But if he found out that I was responsible for his mother's death, a rebellion would emerge. Keven,the Earl of Io would be an option if he was more stable. There were other more choices like Gwenelle's half brother, Anciet who is only eight years old. Adair, some other dukes and minor earls and if I don't fancy any of them I could always chose a commoner to marry.

It's not a man that owns my heart. Yesterday I received a heart-warming letter from Briony. It was a wonderful letter which told me how clever, strong and wonderful I was. I rescued her from a terrible monster, she claims it was the most romantic thing that ever happened in her whole life. She was my dear friend. She was the one that supported me from beginning to end. She too, has become a woman. And a fine one at best. I sneaked out of the kingdom many times just to be with her. We play games that we used to play as a kid. We fought monsters and danced under unsuspecting owls.

I have great things lined up for Briony. I'm sure she will love them.

"People of Nova,"Priestess of the First Circle cried out. "I give you Elodie, daughter of Fidelia, your true sovereign. What do you all say?"

" LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!" the people cheer.

I march towards the balcony and bow before the happy crowds. Thank you, Nova. I will!