Today was the day. Today, a new king of Everdelle would be crowned. The gates would be opened for the first time in eleven years. Five years before, the king and queen were killed on a journey to a kingdom across the sea. Today, Kaleb would be crowned as king, since he was firstborn of the twins.
"I can't believe it, it's finally here! It's coronation day!" Belak was as excited as a beaver in a lumberyard. The palace was decorated beautifully, with red banners, flowerpots everywhere, and decorations like stunning flags. There were treats of chocolate of every kind on the tables. Kaleb just sighed, as he waited in his quarters.
"Why did it have to be me?" he asked himself over and over again. He practiced holding the royal staff by holding a candlestick that was in his room. The stick slowly became covered with ice. "Conceal… Don't feel…" He then heard a knock on his door, and hr quickly put on a pair of gloves.
"Your highness? Are you ready?" It was one of his personal servants.
"Yes…" Kaleb opened the door. "Order the guards to open the gate!"
The guards did as they were told by the messengers, and the gates were opened. Belak ran out the gates, and hummed a song. "The gates are finally open!" Belak cheered.
People from far and wide were coming to Kaleb's coronation. Even people from as far as across the ocean! The kingdom of Everdelle rejoiced in the fact there would be a new king crowned in a few hours. Kaleb, on the other hand, was afraid. Afraid everyone would find out.
"Conceal, don't feel… Conceal, don't feel…" he said over and over again. He walked out of his chamber. It was almost time for him to be crowned as Everdelle's new king.
Meanwhile, as Belak was wandering around Everdelle for the first time in "forever", he bumped into this girl from a faraway kingdom. Her name was Kassandra. She looked very similar to Kaleb, with jet black hair and violet eyes, but her hair was very long and curly.
"Oh, um… Hello there, miss," Belak politely said. Kassandra smiled.
"Hello. You must be… Um… Who are you?" she inquired. Belak smiled.
"I'm Belak, Prince of Everdelle, and twin brother to the soon to be king. And you are?"
"I'm Kassandra of the Northern Isles. I have an older sister who couldn't make it, she's queen of the kingdom," she introduced herself, curtseying. Belak blushed a little.
"Oh no, I'm not THAT kind of prince. I don't mind if you don't bow or curtsey. But my brother… He may throw a little fit," he explained. Kassandra giggled.
"I see. You are a very handsome prince too, if I may say…" she stated. Belak's cheeks were a rosy red by this point.
"Th-thank you, Miss Kassandra. You are quite lovely, if I may state…" he replied. "May I ask you a question?"
"Of course!" Kassandra said, acknowledging him.
"I know we just met, but would you be my date to tonight's ball?" he asked nervously. Kassandra nodded.
"I'd be honored to!" she replied.
"Great!" Belak cheered. The bells were ringing. He needed to be in the castle for the coronation. "I have to go to the castle; my brother is being crowned in a little while! May I escort you, my lady?" Belak put one of his hands out for Kassandra to take.
"Yes you may," Kassandra giggled, taking his hand. They walked to the castle, and they arrived just in time for Belak to take his spot next to Kaleb. Kassandra sat in her seat, and the coronation began. It started with the priest talking in the ancient language of Everdelle. Then, the time came when he had to hold the royal staff.
"Your highness, the gloves?" the priest asked of Kaleb. Kaleb nervously took off the gloves, and held the staff. Ice slowly enshrouded the staff, and Kaleb tried his hardest to make it through. The priest put the crown on Kaleb's head, then said, "Hail to the new king of Everdelle, Kaleb!" Everyone cheered, and Kaleb quickly put the staff back and put his gloves back on.
At the ball, Belak rushed to the side of Kaleb for the announcement of the new king. Kaleb looked at his brother, and simply said hello with a smile on his face.
Belak was so shocked, he was stuttering extremely bad. "W-who? H-hi me? O-or h-hi h-her or h-him? A-are you talking t-to me?" Belak asked his brother.
Kaleb chuckled a little bit, and nodded. "Yes, I was talking to you, Belak."
"You look more handsomer than me! More handsomer… that's not right. I mean more handsome," Belak chuckled nervously.
"Thank you," Kaleb said with a smile.
Kassandra walked up to them, and curtseyed at the sight of the new king. "Your majesty, may I have permission to dance with Prince Belak?" she asked him.
Belak anxiously looked at Kaleb, and Kaleb smiled. "Permission granted," he told her.
"May I have this dance?" Belak asked her once they reached the center of the floor.
"You may!" Kassandra told him, and they started to dance the night away. They talked and talked for several hours. Then, Liana, Kaleb's servant and best friend walked up to the king, asking where Belak was.
"He's dancing with this girl. Why do you ask?" Kaleb asked her.
"Because I wanted to dance with someone… And he would probably be the only one who would want to, since you know, we know each other and all," Liana told him. Kaleb smiled, and took her hands in his.
"You could dance with me," Kaleb whispered in her ear. The other servants looked at Liana in disgust.
"I can't believe a lowly servant like her thinks she could get with the king…" A servant murmured.
"Y-you mean that, your majesty?" Liana was shocked, and her face was a rosy red. Kaleb nodded. Liana knew Kaleb for seven years, and was his personal servant, even though Kaleb sees her more as a friend. She was really the only one who knew his secret and wasn't upset by it.
"Of course. I wouldn't pass up the chance to dance with anyone as beautiful as you," Kaleb told her. Liana blushed even more. The other servants grimaced at Liana.
"I cannot believe this! The king and some lowly servant girl? Blasphemy! I cannot believe this," one servant said to another.
"Servants are meant to serve, not to fall for nobles!" another complained.
"W-well… I suppose we can dance," Liana finally said. "I-I mean, I would be honored, your highness."
"You don't have to call me "your highness." Normally, all my servants would. But I'll make an exception for you, since I consider you a close friend. Just call me Kaleb," the king told her. Liana nodded, and Kaleb took her out to the ballroom floor. They danced, and danced, and danced.
"Hey, Kaleb, why are you dancing with your servant?" Belak walked up to him while Kassandra was getting a treat.
"She's more a friend than a servant. And besides, I'm king now, so I can decide who I dance with," Kaleb replied.
Belak laughed and said, "Alright, whatever. At least I'm dancing with an actual princess."
Kaleb just walked away, holding Liana's hand. Liana wanted to say something, but she was too afraid to. Kaleb turned to her, and asked, smiling, "How would you like to be a queen?"
"Come again?" Liana asked. She couldn't believe what she just heard. Was he… proposing to her?
"I asked you, how would you like to be a queen? My queen?"
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