Chapter 13: Coronation

The morning began and Darian woke up feeling already exhausted. A couple of days had gone by, and life in the castle slowly returned to what it was. No one in the kingdom even knew what had happened inside the castle. But today, everyone knew that Darian’s coronation would take place this evening.

As Darian splashed his face with water from the bucket, he couldn’t help but reflect on the remarkable turn his life had taken. He had always harbored a deep-seated belief that he was destined for greatness, but he never could have foreseen becoming king under such weird circumstances.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, the queen appeared in a white light dress. Her titts jiggled as she entered, with nipples visible through the sweat thin fabric due to the heat...

“I ... just came to check on you,” Nymira said softly, her eyes scanning his wounded shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

He turned his face and winced as her gentle hands touched the wound, but didn’t pull away. Despite the pain, Darian managed a weak smile. He was glad to see his mother. “I’m okay. Just a little sore. You are not accusing me of killing the king anymore?”

Nymira’s expression softened, and she reached out to take his hand. “I never meant for things to get so out of hand. I’m sorry for doubting you and for accusing you of the king’s murder. I should have know you would never do that.”

Darian nodded. “It’s okay. I still love you, mom. You are the most important person in my life.”

“I love you too,” Nymira said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Together, we’ll make things right again.”

Darian took a deep breath, feeling his nerves getting the best of him once again. “There’s something I need to ask you.”

“Before you say anything,” she interrupted, “you’ll become a king tonight, Darian. Therefore, I want to start anew between us. I want to forget about our taboo love that we shared. I want everything to be as it was

“I don’t think we will be able forget about it”

“We will have to. You understand? Now, what did you want to ask me?” She took a step back.

He immediately felt reluctant to talk, strained his forehead, thinking about something, and suddenly asked, obviously not what he was planning to before. “Be honest. The night we spent together. I know it was wrong, but ... did you enjoy it?”

Nymira swallowed hard, her eyes dropping to the ground as she searched for something to say, and that’s when she noticed the hard points of her nipples pushing against the fabric of her shirt, suddenly aware that they had been visible all this time. Surprise sparkled in her eyes.

“It’s ... complicated,” she said, her cheeks flushing red, she made an effort to hide her nipples.”It was wrong but at the same time, it felt ... good. I felt like a woman, for the first time in years. I had been so focused on my responsibilities as a mother, queen and a wife that I had forgotten what it meant to be a woman, to feel desired and wanted. It was nice, but you are my son. It was just a one-time accident that we should forget and move on. I don’t want it to ruin our relationship.”

“I see. Now I want to ask you what I actually wanted”, he got up and took her hands. “I want you to marry me”

Nymira’s eyes widened in surprise, and she took another step back, clearly taken aback by Darian’s sudden proposal. “Darian, we’ve already had this conversation. Didn’t you listen to what I just said? I wanted to make things right and not to marry my own son!”

“I know that it was an unconventional request, but I also know that as a king, I need to have a powerful woman beside me. And I can’t imagine anyone else but you.”

“I remember how you promised me that you would never talk about our marriage again. I can’t marry you, Darian. Why can’t you just understand it? I am your mother and you are my son.”

“A lot has changed since then. And you still owe me for what happend with Narim. Just think about it. I’ll respect whatever decision you make.”

She looked intently into his eyes, trying to determine the extent of his confidence. “I’ll give it some thought, as you wish. But I need some time. Ask me after your coronation.” With that, she turned and left, leaving Darian to ponder his chances.

Was it too soon? What if he had to wait more time to ask her for that. Will she agree to be his queen on full terms and in every aspect? With a deep sigh, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander back to the memory of the queen’s passionate embrace. Despite the inherent wrongness of their forbidden love, he couldn’t deny how incredibly good it had felt. Their shared intimacy had been nothing short of taboo, yet the allure of their desire had proven too strong to resist.

He still couldn’t help but wonder what drove him to this illicit relationship. It’s not about being like Prince Angus anymore but something deeper and more complex that he couldn’t quite understand, something more primal and animalistic. Was it the thrill of breaking the rules? The desire of forbidden love?

Perhaps it doesn’t matter now. Because it’s done. Despite her decision, he’s the king now and the queen belongs only to the king.

The Triumphall Hall was a grand spectacle, a majestic structure made of marble and stone that towered above the city skyline. Its vast halls and grand chambers were filled to capacity with the citizens of Incuria, all of whom had gathered to witness the coronation of their new king. The air was thick with anticipation as they eagerly awaited the arrival of their ruler.