The next few days were spent being dragged from meeting to meeting, dress fitting to rehearsals to writing and rewriting and re-rewriting speeches. I slept in Crowley's bed, not like I expected anything else really. I ate with Crowley, I went from appointment to appointment with him by my side and a team of six guards close behind – he had security extremely tight.

"Wait outside" Crowley ordered the guards, opening the door to the throne room and letting me inside as he followed. "Well, Mav, we have about ten minute's peace"

"Ten minutes? What, is there a go slow?" I joked, we'd barely had a minute between everything that was going on.

"No, no – I've got a surprise" He answered, sitting in his throne

"Another one?"

"Yes" I rolled my eyes, "Come, Love, have a seat"

"Where?" I asked sarcastically, walking over, "On the floor?"

"I was thinking on my lap but it's your choice" he smirked.

"Oh well if you insist" I sat sideways on his lap, bringing my legs up to hang them over the arm. Crowley rested his hand on my back, I smiled, "Ten minutes peace"

"Makes a lovely change"

"Hm, I know" I sighed contentedly, lying back against his chest. I closed my eyes for a few moments, relaxing as Crowley ran his hands through my hair. "So," I mused, "the coronation – you introduce me, crown me, I say my lines and... we're done?"

"Pretty much. There's a celebration after – a few old gods, a bit of fun really"

I opened my eyes and raised an eyebrow, "Crowley?"

"What didn't I mention it?"

"No"

"Oh well, nothing to worry about – I'm sure you've encountered more eventful nights"

"Oh joy" I muttered under my breath.

Bang, bang. I turned my head suddenly at the loud knock, ready to get to my feet. He placed a firm hand on my thigh, "No need to move, Mav." He looked back at the door, "Enter"

The doors were pushed open and a demon walked forward, she stared at me for a second before addressing Crowley, "It's ready Sir"

"Well, bring it in"

She nodded, "Bring it in" she said to whoever was outside the door. Through the doors came a team of four demons, some large structure covered with a sheet hauled up on their shoulder. "Where do you want it Sir?"

"Beside mine" he said, as if it was obvious. I looked back over my shoulder at him but he looked past me to his demons. The heaved the huge object to the side of Crowley's throne, sat it on end then looked to him; not that I didn't see their glances at me – they were pretending that I wasn't there, but it wasn't as if they could ignore the woman lounging across their king. "Well?"

They nodded, one stepped forward and took a hold of the sheet. With a sharp tug it was pulled off to reveal a large wooden throne, identical to Crowley's in every way. Tall, dark wood, intricately carved, it towered above the heads of everyone in the room, intimidatingly – I loved it.

"That'll be all" Crowley said, and the demons quickly made their exit. He tucked my hair behind my ear, "So, surprised?"

"I'm... amused"

"Amused?"

"I have a big scary throne now"

"Yes, you do"

I smiled, "Thank you" I kissed him quickly, standing to inspect my throne. I grinned, "I think I'm going to like this.