The crowd murmurs, talking in hushed voices amongst themselves. Today is an extremely important occasion. The coronation of the new king. They occasionally glance up at the high-up balcony in front of them. Then, the doors of the balcony open. Everyone immediately stops speaking and looks up to the balcony. There is a tense silence as an eighteen-year-old boy steps out of the doors. He has dark brown hair in a quiff hairstyle; cold grey eyes; tanned skin; a muscular build; and a strong jawline. He's tall and is wearing a crimson long-sleeved dress shirt, a black suit jacket with tails, a tie with black and crimson diagonal stripes, black dress pants, and black dress shoes with crimson accents. His face betrays no emotions. Next, two burly, muscular men step out, wearing the same thing as the boy, but they both have jet black sunglasses, earpieces within their ears, and hair in a buzz cut. One of them has dark skin and black hair and the other has pale skin and ginger hair. Lastly, another boy steps out. He is sixteen years old and has tousled jet black hair; fierce, bright blue eyes; pale skin; a lean build; and a strong jawline. He is wearing the same attire as the other boy, and it is clear that the two are brothers. The younger brother is carrying a large book.
All of them get into their places, the older boy standing front and centre in front of the podium and the guards standing behind him, one on each side. The younger boy closes the doors and then stands directly in front of them. He nods to one of the guards, who then says something over his earpiece. After a few seconds, a flag unrolls from one of the windows and flops down, ending just above the doors. The flag is rectangular shaped with a crimson symbol of a crown in the centre. The crowd cheers for a moment and then stop as the older boy raises his hand, leaving silence.
“I know that the terms in which I have taken office are painful, but I hope that we will soon be able to avenge this tragedy. Many of you knew my late father. He was a great man. But now, he is dead,” at this, the older boy pauses and takes a deep breath. “And there is evidence that points towards the guilt of the kingdom of Caedis. With your approval, we will go to war with the kingdom of Caedis.” The crowd cheers again and then falls silent.
“We will join together and bear arms. We will be courageous, brave, loyal, and we will avenge the death of my father!” his voice rises, and he raises his fist into the air. The crowd cheers wildly and they all raise a fist into the air. Now, the younger of the two boys steps forward. The older boy moves to the side, and they share the podium. The younger boy takes out a handheld microphone and then places the book on the podium. He opens the book and flips through, stopping on one page.
“You will now be sworn in. Please repeat after me,” the younger boy tells the older one. He nods.
“I, Kaden Briggs,” the younger boy says.
“I, Kaden Briggs,” the older boy, Kaden, repeats.
“Do solemnly swear,”
“Do solemnly swear,”
“That I will protect the citizens of Sicarius,”
“That I will protect the citizens of Sicarius,”
“Fight for the freedom of this country, be brave and courageous, and defend Sicarius.”
“Fight for the freedom of this country, be brave and courageous, and defend Sicarius.” Kaden finishes, and the crowd explodes into applause. The younger boy places the microphone back on the podium and then walks over to an extravagant pedestal, where a golden crown with bright red jewels embedded into it sits upon a crimson pillow. He reverently picks up the crown and walks over to the new king. The younger boy carefully places the crown upon his brother’s head, and the crowd again goes wild.
“All hail the king! All hail the king!” they chant. The two boys wave at the crowd and then open the doors, exiting. The guards follow, closing the doors, and the balcony is left empty. The crowd begins to quiet down and slowly file out, talking excitedly.
In the crowd, a seventeen-year-old girl with long, light brown hair in a braid; bright amber eyes; slightly tanned skin; a tall, slender build; and sharp features. She is wearing dark blue jeans, an olive-coloured t-shirt, and black Converse. She walks out with the rest of the crowd, unremarkable.
However, another girl in the crowd has different ideas. She is eighteen years old, and has long, dark brown hair; hazel eyes; tanned skin; and a tall, lean build. She is wearing black jeans, a tight-fitting crimson t-shirt, and black combat boots. She looks around to make sure nobody is watching and then slips into a nearby alleyway. She takes out a phone and goes into ‘Messages.’
The king has been crowned. I'm in the alley. She types, and then presses ‘Send.’ She waits for a few seconds, and then a door opens next to her. She slips into the building and hands the phone to the person who opened the door, who is wearing a long, hooded black robe. The quickly close the door and accept the phone, and then hurry off. The girl continues on, and several girls and boys her age rush by, wearing the same outfit as she. The outfit of the servants to the ruling family of Sicarius. The girl hurries on, down the hall and up several flights of stairs, to the top floor. The top floor is where the ruling family and the ruling family's servants live. As the girl continues walking along, she rehearses what she's supposed to say. The other girl was fired. I'm her replacement. She stops at the end of the hall, right in front of the silver door. She takes a deep breath and then knocks on the door. The door is opened almost immediately, and she is met by the new king.
“Who are you?” he asks the girl.
“The other girl was fired. I'm her replacement,” she responds immediately and smoothly. The king hesitates for a moment and then opens the door wider, letting her in. The girl scurries into the room. The room is large, with tapestries going between a crimson crown on a black background and a black crown on a crimson background. There is a queen-sized bed, with black sheets, a crimson comforter, and crimson pillows. The bed is unmade, and there are various things scattered about the room. The king's tie is undone and hanging around his neck, his suit jacket is discarded on the bed, and now that she sees him up close, she realises that he has dark circles under his eyes from not enough sleep.
“What’s your name?” the girl stops, surprised.
“I'm Audrey, Your Majesty,” she answers, curtsying.
“Just call me Kade, or Kaden if you prefer,” he replies wearily, trying to muster a smile. He gives up and just collapses in an armchair, exhausted. Unsure of what to do, Audrey scurries around the room, tidying up. Kaden relaxes in the chair, closing his eyes. After a few minutes, his breathing begins to slow and it becomes obvious that he's asleep. Audrey pauses but then opens his closet doors. She goes into the walk-in closet and searches the shelves for an extra blanket, and finds a fluffy crimson blanket, which she carefully takes. She hurries back out of the closet and closes the doors, going over to Kade. She bites her lip but then cautiously drapes the blanket over Kade. Remember your mission. You aren't supposed to get attached to the king. Audrey scolds herself. She goes around the bed and opens a door built into the wall. It leads to her quarters, which are connected to Kaden’s. They won't be as nice as Kade’s, but they'll be better than those of the other servants. Audrey looks around her chambers. About half the size of Kaden's room. She has the same tapestries he has, as well as bed sheets, although her bed is full-sized. She has an average-sized closet, which is stocked full of clothing identical to what she's wearing. Exactly her size, courtesy of her... contact. Aubrey opens up the crimson drapes covering the window for just a moment, gazing at the beautiful sunset. The sky looks like a painting, fading from bright orange to pastel pink to a deep purplish-blue. Golden wisps of clouds float over the horizon. The coronation happened late into the day, and in a few minutes, Audrey was going to have to wake the king for supper. Supper! Aubrey inwardly groaned at the thought of it. The king probably wouldn't enjoy being woken up...
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