Marianne had rehearsed this. She could do it. She born to do it. She was more than prepared.

I can do this, she reminded herself and took the first step to her future.

Well, she was just being melodramatic. Of course, this was nothing more than a formality. She was born to succeed her father, and with his age, her coronation was more than due. She was well loved by all, and since her anti-racist act she had been delighted to find her popularity skyrocketing.

Obviously, not everyone was pleased by her "too modern" style of leadership. For some, she was a threat to their culture, a foolish child whose aim was to "destroy all tradition" and let their Lands succumb under savages' anarchy. How could she throw generations of traditions out of the window just for one puerile dream?

How could she love a goblin?

Some accused her of treason, of being a depraved sick bastard, of wasting her beauty. Some wanted her to give up the throne because who would want a tainted fairy to be Queen? Fortunately, those who chose to be blind to Bog's good qualities were few; and when the people, her people, supported her decisions full on and didn't back their demands - with time, they simply disappeared from the picture.

They resigned from their Council positions as a protest, claiming that they refused to offer counsel to such a broken dictator; but when Marianne's first rules as Queen tilted the people's opinion in her favor, her engagement with the Dark Forest's King was unquestionable. And the fools didn't get their seats back.

"Who are you?" her father asked her before everyone gathered on the Castle's outside grounds. She wanted to make this an outdoor event, as the weather was perfect, to allow everyone who desired to come would be able to.

"I am Marianne, daughter of Dagda and Violet, rulers of the Fields."

Dagda nodded and signaled to a fellow fairy to bring a wooden case. She knew what was inside, but she had never actually seen it. It was tradition to pledge on the crown, for the woman, and on the sword, for the male. As she was going to be crowned alone, they chose a middle ground that could be a symbol of power for her alone and that if she (when she) got married, she didn't have to adapt for it.

The King opened the beautiful case to reveal a even more beautiful shining sword that rested inside in soft violet petals. Marianne felt a tear wanting to get out of her eyes at the detail.

The sword was fitting to belong to a ruler, that was clear. In structure, the weapon was functional to be wielded, as the blade looked sharp and balanced for her body type. She could already see herself swinging it around like it was an extension of her arm.

But what really caught the eye was the silver pommel inlaid with gold and pieces of polished rocks that were invaluable. They were weaved around where her hand would rest, mimicking butterfly wings like hers. She blinked and watched closer, noticing fine details that weren't usually seen in fairy decoration.

Thin tree branches surrounded the wings like fine veins, not crushing them but making another protective layer as well as supporting structure for the untouched wings. She recognized those spiky specimens, of course she did. Bog rescued her once when she got stuck with her enormous wings back in the Dark Forest.

With this knowledge, she looked back at the polished stones and noticed one that was also familiar - an amber resting in the center on the handle. It wasn't that big, and it didn't outshine the other stones from her native Fields. Instead, it made the colors really pop.

She couldn't dwell much on the discovery as her dad continued talking like time hadn't stopped for her.

"Do you, Mariane, daughter of the Fields, and my daughter, accept this as a symbol of your power to guide and protect your people and to honor your ancestors?"

She put her right hand on the sword and looked at her father in the eyes. "I do."

"Do you promise to rule with your head?"

"I do," she smiled, still trying to look serious enough.

"Do you promise to rule with your heart?"

Marianne really wanted to quickly look at the place she knew he was going to be, but kept her eyes on her father. "I do."

Dagda smiled too. Then, he took the sword from the case and put it between them in vertical position before lowering it and offering the weapon to his daughter. She took it without hesitation and for a little moment marveled at the way it fit perfectly in her hands. Marianne gave her father one final look before turning back to her subjects, sword high in the air, and proclaimed her new status:

"I am Queen Marianne of the Fairy Fields!"

"Long live the Queen!" everyone shouted in response before bowing before for their new ruler. A few of the attendants didn't bow, but she didn't care.

Instead of giving them the pleasure of her attention, she looked up to the invited goblins that were riding fireflies above their heads. She quickly spotted Griselda, always smiling and enthusiastic, and besides her…

Bog smiled and bowed briefly to her, visibly proud of her and happy for his fiancée. Were those tears in his eyes? From the distance she couldn't be sure, but she made a mental note to mock him about it later, once things had calmed down a bit.

People started then to clap happily for their Queen, her sister and Sunny being the loudest in the crowd. Of course.

Marianne took a deep breath and looked down at her sword, softly caressing the amber on the heart of the butterfly. It was a cute detail, and now those suspicious times when her father and Bog disappeared for hours finally made sense. She snorted.

She looked up to her people (they had always been her people, now it was just official) and wondered if she would have been this happy and complete if things were different. If she hadn't found out about Roland. If she hadn't met Bog.

Marianne shook her head and stepped down to greet her subjects. It was stupid to wonder what it would have been. This was the life she had chosen for herself, despite the ups and downs, and despite the pain she had to endure to get here.

But guess what? She would gladly live through it again if it meant getting up to this point. Because as she watched Bog softly fly down to her and take her hands on his, she knew that she had found the reason for all the heartbreak.

"You did it, Tough Girl," he whispered for only them to hear.

"We did it," she smiled and snaked the hand that wasn't still grasping the sword around the goblin's neck, successfully pulling him down for a kiss.

"Hey -" he started to protest, as obviously it wasn't the moment for this, but she grumbled something like "shut up and kiss me, dork". He felt compelled to do so, because who can deny a Queen?

And as they kissed, the room exploded into even louder applauses.

Wild thing, I think I love you.

But I wanna know for sure.

C'mon, hold me tight.

I love you.

And this is it! This baby is finished and I can't be any prouder. Well, I finished it in last night's imsomnia episode, which I don't recommend, but at least I got the last 5k words down.

I know this may be a little weak - Everything works out in the end and there's like 0 drama, but I said when I started that I wrote this to help me with writer's block and that I wanted something simple and cute. I hope the ending satisfy you and that you want to read my next Strange Magic project, which I hope I finish someday to post it here.

(❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ* Thanks for being here all the way! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ