Forty Third Meeting

Rehearsals for the crowning ceremony started in full force the following day. Sebastian spent the morning being fitted for his formal clothes and trying on the crown.

It was odd to feel the weight of the crown on his head. It was a lot heavier than it had looked on his mother’s head.

The crown was gold and had emeralds on each peak. It was centuries old and had to be restored every few years. The original fur lining had been replaced with synthetic fur ten years before for a better public image.

“How do I look?” he asked Edward when his husband turned up.

Edward stared at him silently and gave him a thumbs up.

“You look very kingly,” he said.

“For someone who got a higher grade in creative writing than me, that wasn’t very imaginative,” Sebastian retorted. “Did you want to try it on?”

“Am I even allowed to?” Edward asked and looked around nervously.

Sebastian knew that the answer was likely no. He wasn’t bothered though