Hold your head high
I own nothing but my own Ideas
This takes place in the same verse as "Going down the easy path", in where Lucina does kill her mother Robin.
It rains during your coronation. You try to smile, but it freezes in the face of your terror. You wonder how Chrom felt.
You were the last person anyone expected to end up on the throne.
Your sage robes feel strange, and you miss the feeling of your axe.
You turn to look at Maribelle, and Ricken, then at Owain, Donnel , and Morgan. You nod at them, and turn to face the crowd.
You are the queen of Ylisse. No longer a lady,- who wasn't very good at being a lady like Emmeryn,- but a queen standing in sage robes just like her.
It is not an easy time to be queen. Your sister is dead, as is your brother and his wife Robin. These are people you thought would live to the forever. You looked up to them, and laughed with them. It still feels like you should wake up and see them in the mess hall. You are not ready to face the present.
Your Niece was almost assassinated the other day, and her future counterpart is working for Grima. You don't have any sign of The brand of the Exalt, and there are rumors that you will not be an effective ruler lacking it. That you are not legitimate.
You know you are legitimate, and Owain has the mark, but now is not a time to talk of time travelers from a worse future than now. If anyone else would even believe it.
You don't know if you can lead them into the end without breaking, but you have to.
You will be the one to end it.
Today you hold your head high, heavy with the crown, and the crowd begins to cheer. You smile until it begins to hurt.
Emmeryn
Chrom
Are you proud of me?
I meant to post this much earlier given the first story was posted 2015. I did not post all that much 2016, but 2017 has been better. I found the draft on my Ipod, and decided better late than never. Hope you enjoyed the story!
