He took my hand in his and led me out of the cathedral as our guests cheered for us. I wiped them away quickly and stood when I was supposed to, this time facing my husband. I smiled back, tears trickling down my face. I lowered my head slightly as they placed it over my head, and brought my gaze back to the archbishop as he blessed me. It had a small cross sitting on top of a big diamond-encrusted ball. It was smaller than my husband’s, but seemed to carry even more jewels than his. The one they were holding out to me was similar, but had golden birds and diamond leaves. The crown Elias wore today was gold and large, with diamonds and emeralds surrounding it and a cross sitting at the top of it. The crown I was to wear was brought out and I couldn’t help my soft gasp. The archbishop lifted my tiara from my head along with the veil attached to it. It was an antiquated system, no doubt, but in the name of tradition, it served its purpose. My palms were sweating as I answered their pledge to remain faithful to my King and the country of France. They’d go through the necessary steps, give me communion again, and replace my tiara with a crown. Unlike his coronation, mine was to last a few minutes.
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