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It was time for the coronation. Touchstone sighed as he took a prayer and stepped forward. The whole crowd roared in joy. Their King looked, admirable, but that's not why Touchstone smiled. His love, his Abhorsen stood infront of him, dressed in a gorgeous red dress outlined in gold. The neckline too a slight dive in front and her sleeves belled out around the edges, so long that they touched to floor. Her long black hair had been let out and it flowed down to her shoulder-blades. She looked gorgeous.
He grinned at her and she grinned back as he stepped forward towards her. In the Old Kingdom, the highest religious and political position crowned a king. And Abhorsen took that place.
"Do you, Prince Touchstone swear fealty to The Old Kingdom, an swear to do what is best for the people?" She asked, her voice echoing regally across the arena.
"I do so swear." He replied, just as loud.
"Do you, Prince Touchstone swear to uphold the honor of the land, no matter the burden?" she asked.
"I do so swear." He said, feeling confident with Sabriel's smile.
"Do you, Prince Touchstone swear to rule justly and give freedom to each soul no matter what status?" she asked. It was the last question.
Touchstone knew his life was about to change again, for the second time after he met Sabriel. "I do so swear." She replied. The entire arena was silent. You could have heard a pin drop.
"Then I do proclaim the reign of," she lowered to crown over the head of a kneeling Touchstone, "King Touchstone begins, NOW!" and on her cue, she placed to crown on Touchstone's head and a 'Long hail King Touchstone' echoes across the arena like a wave, returning back, twice, then thrice. It was done. He was no longer bastard Prince Touchstone, but he was ruler of The Old Kingdom, King Touchstone.
Sabriel was about to step of the stage, beaming her head off. But Touchstone pulled her hand back. She was standing in front of him, looking curious. The crowd obviously didn't expect this…
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