A/n:

Synucian: I am sorry for the delay! It'smainlymyfault. I not only got sick but I also ripped off a large chunk of my nail, making it really hard for me to type, cause, you know, it hurt. I am also babysitting my grandmother, who doesn't understand the concept of holding still. (she's like a toddler I mean, honestly woman.. -CarmillaIsLifee)

CarmillaIsLifee: Happy Tuesgay everyone!

It was early in the morning on the day of coronation. The sky was still a dark shade of blue. Carmilla stood out in the field, waiting for the newbie to show. Can't believe she's having me do this. What am I? A babysitter? She thought to herself. She looked up to see Kirsch jogging into the field, fully dressed in his silver plated armor. "You're late." Kirsch looked surprised. "What? How am I late? You said morning-"

"Shut up and start jogging around the field. I want your legs sore by the end of this training session." Kirsch opened his mouth to protest but quickly shut it and started jogging.

"Swing harder!" Carmilla barked. Beads of sweat were rolling down Kirsch's face, and he had begun to pant. "I'm swinging as hard as I can!"

"Then maybe you shouldn't be a knight. Swing your sword again! I want hay to be leaking out of that dummy!" Kirsch looked at the burlap bag that had been stuffed with hay. After a few swings, he had sliced it open in several different places. Kirsch swung the sword with all his strength, slicing through the burlap material and causing hay to fly out. "Better. Keep going."

"Charles, we've been out here for hours-"

"I didn't ask for you to complain! Swing!"

Eventually, there was nothing left of the poor burlap dummy, and hay was sprawled out all around in the field. Kirsch looked like he was ready to drop his sword at any moment. "Good. Your enemies should end up being chunks of human flesh when you're done," Carmilla instructed. "Isn't that a bit overkill?"

"Sometimes overdoing it is the best way to fight a battle. Alright. Now try to hit me." Kirsch's eyes widened. "Sir Charles, we've been at it for so long though-"

"What did I say about complaining?!" He groaned and lifted up his sword as best he could. He gave it a lazy swing, which Carmilla easily blocked. "What the hell was that?! You call that a swing?!" Carmilla shouted. "C-can I just take a short break?" Carmilla looked up at the sky to see it was now a bright blue. She sighed. Maybe she let her anger about the task get out of hand. "You can have a break." Kirsch sighed with relief and put his sword back in its sheath. He sat down on one of the hay bales that had been placed in the field. "Never realized that being a knight would be so much work." Carmilla raised an eyebrow. "What'd you expect? You're going to be a part of the Queen's Guard soon. All of them have to be on their toes to protect her."

"Well... I didn't really have much of a choice. Weren't you forced into the knights?" Carmilla shook her head. "Well, the head of the knights came to my village drafting the young men to be knights. I was one of them. You see, I lived on a farm with my mother. She's really sick now so… of course I wanted to stay with her. I argued with the head knight, telling him that I had to stay and that I refused to go. I finally gave in after my mother begged me to go. She said things would be better for me in the kingdom but…" He paused for a moment and looked over at the castle that was in the distance. "I don't really see it." He looked down at his sore red hands. "You know, you should really wear gloves while using your sword. It'll keep sores off your hands," Carmilla suggested. Kirsch furrowed his brow, wondering why the knight had completely ignored what he had just told her. "So… you just chose to be a knight?" He asked. There was a pause. "Pretty much, yeah."

She didn't really like thinking about how she become of knight. When she was thrown out by her mother, she didn't really know where to go. A woman like Carmilla wasn't very safe, especially with her newly placed curse. It had made her even more beautiful than before, which lots of the men she met during her travels liked a lot. One day, she decided the best way to avoid unwanted attention was to disguise herself as a man. She had the parts to do it, she just needed to flatten her chest, cut her hair, and presto. People would think she was a man.

At first Carmilla didn't think the plan would work but surprisingly, it did. Men weren't drawn to her anymore, and instead treated her more like a man. One night, while she was sleeping in an alleyway, a knight found her. She was scrawny and still adjusting to her new diet. He took pity on her and asked if she'd like to stay in the knights' quarters. Of course, Carmilla accepted. She decided the next morning that she'd try to become a knight. Who knew she could go from using the knights as shelter to murdering thousands of innocent people for years to come?

Laura sat in her room breathing heavily and staring at the dress that she was to wear for her coronation. It was the same elegant dress she wore at rehearsal the previous day. She had a million thoughts running through her head, all ending the same way: What if I fall on my face? This had been a constant thought in her head for days, but as the hours ticked by, the image of her eating the red carpet became more vivid.

What broke Laura of her trance was Carmilla running into her room, slamming the door and stripping off her armor, letting it fall to the ground heavily. She ran frantically into the bathroom, tossing her under-shirt and under-pants behind her haphazardly. Laura vaguely heard a splash in the tub.

"Sorry I'm so late, cupcake. Training went a little longer than expected. It was really my fault, though. I think I was pushing Kirsch a little too hard for his first day. He told me some sad stuff about his mother and their farm, he- Laura?" Carmilla asked in a questioning tone.

Laura snapped out of her trance and let out a loud "Hmm?" Carmilla walked up to the door frame and leaned against it.

Laura looked up and was surprised to see Carmilla, with only a towel wrapped around her waist. Her eyes traveled up the expanse of the guards tight abs and then over the slight swell of her small breasts. She licked her lips, feeling that they had suddenly gone dry. Carmilla visibly smirked "My eyes are up here cutie," She said, pointing to her eyes. Laura's eyes shot up and met Carmilla's. While she would love nothing more than to banter with Carmilla, which was one of her favorite things, she couldn't take her mind off that damn red carpet and her face. "What if I mess up Carmilla?" She said, her lip quivering. Carmilla's smirk dropped and she walked over to the princess to sit next to her. "Princess I'm positive that you will do fine. You've been preparing for this your entire life. You went through the rehearsal yesterday, and you prepared a speech. You sure you don't want to run it by me?"

Laura shook her head. "No, I want you to hear it for the first time when everyone else does." She gave Carmilla a small smile. The guard nodded and stood up, "Well, princess, as much as I'd love to stick around half naked and chat, I do need to get ready." She slipped on her linen shirt and trousers before starting to gather her armor off the floor. She frowned down at it, not happy with how it was dull and banged up. Laura had it cleaned a few weeks ago, but it didn't matter. Not that anyone knew this, but the armor was extremely old, and had seen it's better days. Laura saw that Carmilla was examining her armor and a smile spread across her face. "I almost forgot. I got you something." Carmilla looked up from her chest plate and looked over to Laura, who was wagging a finger at her, asking to follow her. The guard placed her chest plate down and followed the princess into the "secret" room that was inside her quarters. She let Laura call it the "secret" room, but Carmilla was fully aware that it was probably designed to be a panic room of sorts, should the castle fall under attack.

Laura pushed the wall in, letting the door to the room open up. She stepped to the side and let Carmilla in. She lit a candle, and when the guard could see, her jaw almost hit the floor. There before her was gorgeous black armor, new and never worn,sitting on an armor stand. It was almost glittering in the candlelight, and probably the most beautiful thing Carmilla had ever seen. Aside from Laura, she thought. She stepped up to it, and reached out to run her fingers along the smooth chest plate. It had never been hit with a sword, never been thrown from a horse, never been thrown to the floor in haste. It was almost enough to make Carmilla cry. Almost.

Laura watched as Carmilla gawked over the new armor, a pleased smile on her face. "Do you like it?" She asked, already knowing the answer. The response she got though, was not one she expected. Carmilla stepped back from the armor and turned to her, giving her a look Laura couldn't quite place her finger on. "Laura.. I don't know how I could ever thank you." Laura's brow furrowed. "It's just armor Carmilla." At that the guard shook her head. "Armor is never just armor. It protects me from death. It may very well protect you from death one day too, if I have any say in the matter." She stood up taller, as if that would make her words resonate deeper within Laura. "I thought you couldn't die from a sword?" Carmilla thought carefully about what she was going to say next. She lowered her voice just enough so only Laura could hear her. "The only way I imagine that I can be killed is if I lose my head. Or if my heart gets torn out." Laura winced at that. "Sorry princess," She said with honest sorrow in her voice. Laura nodded and kissed Carmilla's cheek, "Go ahead and put it on in here, I'm going to have Perry and the girls help me with my dress in the other room." Carmilla smiled and nodded.

Laura stood before the door of the throne room. She took in a deep shaky breath. All you have to do is walk across the room. Two of the guards slowly opened the door, revealing the large crowd of people on either side of the room. Not only was there a large group of people but a choir as well. Everyone's eyes were on her. She looked down at the throne. Her throne. On the right stood the Archbishop and a man who was holding a yellow pillow that held the crown and the scepter. To the left stood her knight, standing tall and proud in her new armor. Laura smiled a bit, but it quickly vanished when she saw a figure behind Carmilla. The figure was of a man that looked almost identical to William. No, it was William. Laura stood frozen in fear and opened her mouth to yell, but nothing came out. William's hand reached through Carmilla's chest, even breaking through the armor. He pulled Carmilla's heart out and Laura's wide eyes stared at the still beating organ. Carmilla fell to the ground in a heap, reaching out for Lau-

"Laura?" Perry whispered to her. Laura broke out of her daydream. "What? Oh, yes." She looked back up at the throne to see Carmilla was perfectly fine. What was that about… I must be really nervous, she thought and began to walk down the red carpet. Her handmaidens followed behind her. Almost there . . . just don't freak out. Don't freak- She stumbled forward a bit, but quickly managed to regain her balance and return to standing upright. Oh god! I almost fell. Did anyone notice that? They probably all did. I'm going to be laughed at for generations! Laura panicked in her mind but surprisingly was able to keep her composure in her facial expressions. She approached the throne, turned towards her people, and sat down on the throne. The handmaidens moved over to the left of the throne and stood by, watching.

The Archbishop walked over to the front of the throne and spread out his arms.

"I present to you... Queen Laura!" The crowd began to roar with applause. Laura rose to her feet. A man walked over to the Archbishop, handing him a beautiful, deep purple cloak. Laura knew it was going to look giant on her small body. The Archbishop held it up to her and spoke, "Will you, Queen Laura of Silas, accept this cloak and use it as protection during harsh times so that you may stay alive and well for your people?"

"I do," Laura answered and let the Archbishop wrapped the cloak around her neck. She lowered herself back into her throne.

The man holding the pillow then approached the Archbishop, holding it out so he could retrieve the scepter. "Will you accept this scepter and use it to lead your kingdom into a prosperous future?" Laura gave a nod and again said, "I do." He took the golden scepter from off the pillow and handed it to Laura.

Then he picked up the last piece: the crown. "Will you accept this crown and use it to help you make wise choices whenever you need to make a decision during difficult times?"

This is it . . . the crown. Once he puts this on my head . . . I'll be Queen. Before, the idea of her being queen didn't feel very real, and now she was slowly realizing that it was indeed very real.

"Yes, I do." He lowered the crown onto the top of her head and the people shouted:

"Long live the Queen of Silas!"

A/n 2:

Synucian: So . . . since I'm not very familiar with coronations, I tried my best to make up something. At first, I was going to go by an actual coronation with the oaths and everything but that would be considered plagiarism, and I was not sure if it would offend anyone. I did use two things that were in the coronation I read and those are the opening and the very end. I basically just did a bunch of symbolism with the robe, scepter, and crown. It sounds a lot like they are magical but they are not. Sorry creampuffs. x3 So if you didn't understand the symbolism the robe symbolizes protection cause, you know, it covers her body. The scepter symbolizes leadership, and the crown represents wisdom. Not a very traditional coronation, but it is fiction.

CarmillaIsLifee: Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but the next one will be eventful, so you have that to look forward too!