I'm so sorry this is late. I had it ready for a few days, but was too lazy to put it up. It's shorter than usual.
"Your Majesty! Please hold still!" the maid shrieked as she tried to fit the tight garment around Yuuri's waist.
"I-hrrrk… okay," he managed to squeeze out as she yanked on it again. The outfit was probably the tightest thing Yuuri had ever worn. It was an extremely tight dark purple button-down shirt with a leather shoulder piece and a bright purple gem in the middle of it. The pants were black with another tight waist piece. The boots were also black with more purple gems on the front. His hair brushed his forehead as the moonstone crescent circlet was settled on his head.
In short, Yuuri was going to be very uncomfortable that day. He managed to walk to the room where he would join his family.
"Oh, here he is," Hiroko said as he walked in.
"Finally," Mari rolled her eyes. "We've been waiting for ages."
"Mari, don't exaggerate. I expect that waist piece was very hard to put on, wasn't it?" Hiroko chided her daughter.
The maid nodded vigorously. "He wouldn't hold still!"
Yuuri made an awkward face. "Sorry."
Toshiya sighed at his son's lack of conversation. "The coronation is in an hour. Please be social, Yuuri."
Yuuri seemed to find something very interesting on his boots at that moment. "Okay."
Toshiya, Mari, and the maids left the room, but Hiroko held Yuuri back. She straightened the already straight circlet and brushed imaginary dust off his shoulders. She met his eyes and gave him a little smile. "Shoulders back, smile at everyone, be nice…"
"Okay, mother."
She eyed him. "Yuuri, what did you talk about with your father? You've been off ever since."
It was true. After the two had talked, Yuuri had hidden himself in his chambers more often. "He wants me to get married soon. He wants me to meet someone today. He already had a list in his head, I'm positive."
Hiroko sighed. She looked up at him. "Yuuri, I'm sorry, but you don't always get to choose. I didn't. Things don't change. You aren't always going to get what you want."
"I know," he said. "I just… Never mind. We should go."
Hiroko took the signal quickly. "Alright."
Downstairs in the hall was already packed when they arrived. There were royals, nobles, and officials from almost every single kingdom Yuuri had heard of. In other words, a lot. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Hiroko was swamped by people. Yuuri was pushed away, then was surrounded by another group of people.
"Alright, give the boy some space," came a booming voice from Yuuri's right. A sharp turn of his head, and there was Nikolai Plisetsky, the royal advisor. The people drifted away, and Yuuri turned to Nikolai.
"Thank you."
Nikolai smiled kindly. "No need to thank me. You must be prince Yuuri. Your father has told me about you." Yuuri's alarmed face must have given him away as Nikolai chuckled lightly. "All good things, though."
He turned to his side to reveal a small boy hiding behind him. "This is my grandson. You haven't met Yuri yet, have you?"
Yuuri gave a little smile to the boy. "No, we haven't met, but I've heard of him." Eight years old and orphaned due to the sickness that had taken the king and queen, he would take up his grandfather's place once Nikolai died.
Yuri did not smile back, but continued to glare at the prince. Nikolai nudged his grandson lightly. "Come on, Yura, say hello." When the boy gave no response, he turned back to Yuuri. "My apologies. I've told him about you, but he doesn't like people with the same name as him."
"Oh," came Yuuri's unenthusiastic reply.
"Well, come on. The coronation's about to start and I really don't think you'll want to miss it.
The throne room was full of people. Yuuri was standing near the front with his family, and a large aisle was down the middle of the large room. Soon enough, the trumpets sounded and Yuuri's breath was stolen from his throat.
The prince was beautiful. He was wearing a white tunic with red trousers and black leather boots, and his cape was a shimmering golden, turning into a lighter red as it got closer to his shoulders. His long silver hair was pulled into a ponytail at the back of his head with a golden circlet resting on top.
When Viktor reached the altar, he swore the oath, and bent down in front of the man. The short, stubby man took the circlet off Viktor's head, and in its place, a golden crown with seven golden spikes that looked like sun rays pointing off.
And the new king of Solis turned around to face his people, and his eyes met Yuuri's.