Coronation
Jul. 18th, 2024 01:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
featheredflamesSomehow, despite all odds, Joshua Rosfield had survived his coronation.
After all the preparations and build up to the inevitable, he had ascended to his place as Archduke, taking over his father's seat on the throne. It was a proud moment for all, even though his mother's disdain for Clive standing at his right hand side as his First Shield was obvious. She had been finally put in her place however, as politely as Joshua could muster, once all the ceremony and pomp had been dealt with. Annabella had taken it as well as he expected her to, but he was in charge now. No longer could she torment Clive or voice her displeasure. It was his court now and Rosaria had become prosperous over the years. Besides, he had become what she had wanted and now there was nothing more for her to chase after.
Or so he hoped.
He could worry about his mother later. What he really was concerned with now was peeling himself out of the ceremonial robes and dress that he'd been put in earlier. With the feast done and merriment lasting through the night, Joshua had excused himself after he'd eaten and drank what he could. The quiet reprieve of his chambers was what he sought out, even if it would be difficult to get out of his clothes alone. A familiar knock on his door has his heart skipping, a small smile creeping onto his face.
Maybe, Founder willing, he wouldn't have to take them off alone after all.
"You may enter."
After all the preparations and build up to the inevitable, he had ascended to his place as Archduke, taking over his father's seat on the throne. It was a proud moment for all, even though his mother's disdain for Clive standing at his right hand side as his First Shield was obvious. She had been finally put in her place however, as politely as Joshua could muster, once all the ceremony and pomp had been dealt with. Annabella had taken it as well as he expected her to, but he was in charge now. No longer could she torment Clive or voice her displeasure. It was his court now and Rosaria had become prosperous over the years. Besides, he had become what she had wanted and now there was nothing more for her to chase after.
Or so he hoped.
He could worry about his mother later. What he really was concerned with now was peeling himself out of the ceremonial robes and dress that he'd been put in earlier. With the feast done and merriment lasting through the night, Joshua had excused himself after he'd eaten and drank what he could. The quiet reprieve of his chambers was what he sought out, even if it would be difficult to get out of his clothes alone. A familiar knock on his door has his heart skipping, a small smile creeping onto his face.
Maybe, Founder willing, he wouldn't have to take them off alone after all.
"You may enter."
