The Coronation

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

 It had not been long since the Embrace, so his vision had not fully acclimated itself to seeing something other than her. He understood the reluctance of his senses to bring his gaze elsewhere, but he knew where they were headed. The sprawling entrance to their estate only served to heighten its grandeur, accentuating color splashed carefully in every intertwined manifestation of natural life and supple custom-made luxury, all arranged by the One Who owned all perfection. He had to admit, this was utterly gorgeous and better than any kind of opening scene appetizer he would have imagined. For no other reason than it might bring to her a smile, a rapturous cascade of laughter that none but he had privilege to witness. Soon thereafter a messenger arrived, immaculately-dressed, handing her an envelope after a most-courteous bow.

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The level of surprise simply kept growing on her, there was no longer anything she could anticipate because everything thus far was so beyond her conception of 'extraordinary', her imagination was still catching up. The letter, now in her hand, spoke of an invitation to a regal event, to be attended by the most dignified of guests, notable not simply for name but known by the amazing quality of their deeds in the past life. These were the bravest, most loyal of souls to their Creator, seeking Him when none else would even think it. But it was so strange, what was the event for? There was no precise description listed, a curiosity building she could not contain. He knew she was bubbling to know, but the moment of its arrival would be picture-perfect if the surprise held. "Let's go and find out," he suggested, and so they set off. 

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There was a stage, in the middle of a vast open field of grass, with tables for sitting and tables for serving, waiters deftly weaving through it all, delivering drinks and anything from the gourmet their guests desired. On the stage was a pair of thrones, one slightly grander and more elegant than the other. "What is this?" she asked, her question trailing away as she noticed more of the audience starting to look towards her. "This, is for you, my Muse." His reply began her heart racing as she noticed an ornate wooden box, and so put the pieces finally together. As he lead her up the stage, into a throne matching her grace, the expression on her face, this moment, he knew, was worth everything it took. As she sat with bated breath, he lifted open the treasure box to reveal a most magnificent crown, intricately laid with rubies and diamonds, set in lustrous gold effortlessly gleaming. As he placed it gently upon her head, the crown seemed to reflect every bit of light it found, and given an audience and setting as it had, it was as if the Sun itself had finally found the center of her galaxy. If he had to describe what made the moment so glorious, it was perhaps the blush on her cheeks, or the smile of lips he could not take his eyes away from, or the curls of her flowing raven hair, or the way her chest rose and fell so deeply, knowing as she did what the moment meant: this was a culmination of the Ages, this was what he had so long wished to see, the time where she became, a pillar of his world, in earnest as his Queen.