Notes at the bottom.

The maids did their best. Yuuri gave them that, but when he looked in the large mirror, he did not see himself. Instead, he saw an ethereal creature dressed in dark blues and purples, the circlet of silver metal resting on his head, soon to be removed and replaced with the crown of constellations.

The clothes he wore were extravagant: it was all royal blue, with different shades mixed in. There were silver accents here and there. The top was sleeveless, and was cut in such a way that it showed off some, but not too much shoulder. The neck was high, with a band of silver surrounding his throat, the kingdom's emblem sitting just below it. The belt was thick and black, with small silver pieces of metal decorating it. The belt held up a piece of royal blue cloth that hung freely and just barely brushed the floor. The pants were a navy blue, the boots black with silver designs crawling up the inside of his foot and lower calf. There were gloves, too, black on the hands, cutting off at his wrists, but extending further up his arm on the back of his hand. Where the glove cut off at his wrist, royal blue sleeves covered his arms to halfway up his bicep, silver bands around his arm, and decorations that looked like blue feathers accenting his shoulders.

He saw himself in the mirror, his hair brushed back, and he only saw what everyone wanted their king to be. Beautiful, strong, and powerful. Sure, he had power, but this was power he had not known existed in him until a week ago.

He sighed and walked out of the room, the maids on his heels, Willow yapping as she saw him leave the room, where Benz, Otabek and Phichit were waiting. Benz smiled lightly at him, and turned to Otabek. "Otabek, would you take the prince to the balcony upstairs?"

A woman, Benz's wife and therefore Phichit's mother based off their similarities, piped up: "Actually, I'd like to speak to him, darling. That wouldn't be a problem, would it?" she turned to Otabek, who looked hesitant. "You can come with, if you would like." The page relaxed at that, and the viceroy's wife smiled kindly at Yuuri.

The two began to walk quietly, her black and silver dress floating after her like smoke. She looked young for her age, late thirties he had once heard and still seemed to walk with a bounce in her step, despite the trauma to the kingdom recently. "You look lovely, darling," she said after a minute.

"Thank you, ma'am," he replied curtly, and she chuckled lightly. "No need for the courtesies, correct? You call me by my name, and I'll call you by mine, Yuuri." She smiled up at him. "It's Dao, by the way."

He smiled to the floor. It was nice to not have everyone call him 'Your Majesty', or 'the prince'. They were all so impersonal, and it was nice to have someone to call him by his name. Only Phichit and his family had done that, and on occasion, Benz, but now he had Dao, another person to confide in. "Thank you."

They reached the balcony not much later, and Yuuri could clearly see a large crown amassing in the large throne room. There were, like at the king of Solis' coronation, many nobles and officials from neighboring kingdoms, and the king himself, with duller robes of sky blue and yellow, silver hair again tied back at the back of his neck, golden crown still high on his head.

Yuuri breathed deeply and turned back to Dao, who now looked at him calmly. "Was there anything you really wanted to talk to me about?"

The viceroy's wife smiled. "No, you just looked like you needed someone else to talk to." She saw the small look of thanks on Yuuri's face, and took that as her leave. "I expect Benz is waiting for me." A nod, and she walked back down the stairs, to her awaiting husband and son, leaving him alone with Otabek.

He turned back to look to the crown. Nobody had noticed him yet, except for the king of Solis. He looked up at Yuuri for a moment, and gave a great heart-shaped smile up at him. Yuuri gave back what he assumed to be an awkward, bewildered smile.

Otabek cleared his throat, and Yuuri turned back to the page. "It's time."

Ten minutes passes like a second, Yuuri realized, as he was already standing in front of an old, bearded man, heart quickening as he lowered his head. He felt a weight leave as the circlet was removed, and something lighter was placed on his head. The crown of Lunis, he realized, and straightened back up.

Someone, outside of his peripheral vision, most likely a herald, shouted out his name, and the crown repeated it. King Yuuri, Ruler of the Night.

He had thought nobody had believed in him, as the king that wasn't supposed to be. He had been gladly mistaken as he looked over at Phichit, Benz, and Dao, all with smiles on their trusting faces. He looked towards the people he was supposed to lead, and saw faces that he knew, with a sure feeling, that he could and would protect these people until his dying breath.

I will post a picture of what I think the coronation outfit would look like on my tumblr: OurBlueStorm