The Coronation - Agnes

I watched as my brother sat down at the long dining table, right across from me. The dark mahogany was lit up by the suns rays which streamed through the massive windows along the room.

My advisor stood up, "I have news. Terrible, terrible news. Y-your parents have been kidnapped."

I had long learnt that things like this happen a lot in the empire and my parents had known that too, at least before they were kidnapped. But Walter, Walter was too young to have known. His face was sickly pale and he was trembling all over. He knew what this meant but he was no where near ready. He was to be king, the youngest king in history.

Saturday morning came in a few days time. I woke up in my room, the sunrise illuminating its grand structure. I rang the bell on my bedside table. Four maids hurried into my room, with a look of regret and guilt set upon their faces. I made a mental note of this but decided to put it aside. They pulled out an elegant blue dress to match the blue of my eyes. The dress was made of silk and lined with silver. The fourth maid picked up a small, silver pendant and clasped it around my throat. She then placed a tiara atop the my golden brown locks. I swallowed the pit in my throat and stepped out of the safety that was my bedroom. Two guards escorted me towards a beautifully decorated carriage, with gold vines twirling around the door and large wheels lined with sapphire stone. My brother was sitting inside, on a plush, red velvet cushion. His skin was tinted green and he looked like he might be sick.

"It's ok." I squeezed his hand in an attempt to came is ever worrying nerves, just as the carriage jerked backward, signaling the journey to the front of the palace was over.

The carriage stopped in front of a long, red carpet which stretched on towards a large platform which was situated in front of the palace. I walked out first. I smiled and waved as citizens cheered and clapped. I stepped up onto the stage and stood next to a podium which held the Kings Crown. I smiled my encouragement and sympathy to my little brother who peeked out from the carriage. But behind that smile, deep down there was only one feeling. A feeling I covered up so well, the feeling I denied so many times. The feeling of jealousy.