This is incredibly unfinished, I have a whole story based around this. This is merely a portion.
Lacey placed her hands on the marble railing, her curls bouncing over her shoulders. She cheers of the crowd erupted as she appeared, the sound echoing in her ears. She put on her smile, and waved to the people below.
Next to her, her mother and father stepped up next to her with the same smile. Her father’s arm was draped over her mother, who’s hand was interlaced in Lacey’s.
it took minutes for the crowd to calm down, eventually falling into a silence. Lacey tapped the microphone, and started speaking.
“People of Lesagon, welcome,” she spoke, projecting her voice out to the crowd. There was an explosion of cheering at her words. “Today is a very special day for the country, the day marking the 50th anniversary of my parent’s wedding, and my father’s coronation.” More cheers and whoops erupted.
“In these fifty years, much has happened for our society. In fact, the crime rate of all major cities have dropped 24 percent.
“In celebration, of both this feat and this wonderful anniversary, the king has a surprise for you all. Father?” Lacey stepped back, as her father took took the microphone. Assistants were right at her feet, adjusting her gown to her new position. She thanked them with a nod.
“Hey mom,” Lacey whispered as her mom took her hand.
“Yeah, hon? You did great.”
“I was never told what the big announcement is. Do I need to do anything?”
“No, no. It’s meant to be a surprise for both you, and the country,” Her mother smiled. Lacey narrowed her eyes, but shifted her gaze back to the large audience and smiled.
“People of Lesagon, as my daughter has just told you, the royal family has been planning a large leap in the development of our country. Since we have become independant, I have been the only monarch.” Lacey’s father said, his voice echoing out into the courtyard.
“And I have been working hard with my family to create a better world for our citizens. However, I believe it is time for a new ruler, a new perspective in the development of our country, .”
“What?” Lacey whispered in her mother’s ear. “What is he talking about?”
“My wife and I are stepping down from the thrones, and entering will be your new queen.”
“He’s not,” Lacey protested with a gasp that echoed the ones of the crowd. She noticed a camera focusing in on them, a camera from the news channel of the country. Seeing this, she fixed her posture and facial expression, back to her blank slate.
“My eldest Daughter Lacey will be stepping up as Lesagon’s new queen!” His voice boomed through the now silent crowd, who suddenly erupted into cheers. Lacey’s mouth dropped open, and she stared at her father. He returned her stare with a smile, and offered his hand. Using small, robotic movements, she took his hand and stepped up next to him. The crowd was louder than ever before, whooping and shouting at her stunned appearance.
“Father, I’m not ready,” She mumbled, earning a rub on the back from him.
“I know you aren’t, honey. I’ll help you the entire way.” He stepped behind Lacey, letting the crowd see her. Her bouncing curls, the beautiful sky blue dress, everything. They cheered and screamed and whooped at her appearance, but Lacey didn’t hear. She stared straight forward, hands clasped at her waist. She stood there, completely still, until the courtyard was silent and her father lead her back into the castle. Her mother stepped up to the microphone to conclude the message, but Lacey wasn’t listening.
“Come, Lacey, I will show you your new office. You will not have to take on the responsibilities until your coronation, in two days.”
“Two days?” She whispered, her voice unable to go higher. Father nodded with a soft smile.
“You have the intelligence, Lacey. You have friends in the city, you know what it’s like for the citizens. You will be able to make the right choices, I am sure of it.”
“You’ll help me?”
“Of course.” He stopped with Lacey at a large wooden door, intricately carved with patterns of many different types. An assistant was there immediately, opening the door. She stepped inside, running her hands along the lines of books on the wall. Kicking her shoes off and feeling the carpet with her bare toes. Sitting at her desk, leaning back, shutting her eyes.
“Sir, Miss, we have a dress appointment for the princess,” the assistant informed. Lacey opened her eyes, and with robotic motions stood up and walked out of the room with her father.
A collective gasp sounded from Lacey’s family as the curtain was pulled aside, exposing her to the eyes. She let out a little gasp herself when she caught a glimpse of her reflection.
“Lacey,” Her mother sighed, eyes glued to her daughter.
“I never thought I’d see the day when you looked pretty,” Her brother, Liam, laughed, earning himself a look from his older sister. She tucked her curls behind her ear, smiling when she couldn’t maintain her glare.
“I can’t believe they made this in two days,” Lacey murmured.
“Wow!” Her sister giggled.
“Hush, Payton. Daddy hasn’t seen yet,” her mother murmured, gesturing outside the door. There was a moment of silence, everyone in awe of the future queen.
“Erm, princess Lacey, the ceremony is beginning in two minutes,” an assistant popped her head in. “Also, you have a visitor.”
“Oh?” Lacey asked, as he walked in. “Andy!”
“I wish I could give you a huge, but I’d probably destroy this masterpiece,” he joked with a smile, coming up to her.
“Two minutes, Lacey. Be prepared,” Liam warned, leading mother and Payton out of the room.
“Andy, I’m not ready,” she murmured as the door shut.
“I know, Lacey. I know.”
“I want to sneak out again, go to the city. Dance in the restaurants.”
“I know, yet I don’t think we can anymore. After this we won’t have the time, nor safety.”
“We can wear masks. We’ve never been safe, Andy.” She protested. He shook his head, looking down at his feet.
“We can’t, Lacey. Okay? You have responsibilities now. We can’t risk it.”
“Lacey, it’s time,” Mother popped her head in. Lacey took a deep breath, taking Andy’s hand as he lead her out.
Father waited outside the door, dressed in his formal suit. Lacey wrapped her hand through his arm as Andy left to take his seat.
“Father?” Lacey asked.
“I am going to have to make a good impression, aren’t I?” He sighed.
“Yes, there are a lot of important people there who are looking to work with you.”
Lacey didn’t get to answer. The musicians started playing, each note echoing in harmony through the halls. The doors in front of the father and daughter opened, and the ceremony began.
Lacey stood in front of the her father after taking her vows, her dress flowing behind her. Bowing down, the silver crown was placed on her brow, and she turned to face the audience. They clapped, and clapped and clapped as she walked back down the aisle. Andy waited for her with open arms outside the door, and they embraced in silence.