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| - | You're not completely against the idea, but this is hardly the time or place for that kind of behavior
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| - | "It's a kind off Mother, but I've got too many butterflies in my stomach for that. I feel like I'm going to do something monumentally embarassing or not be ready in time. There's at least a hundred different worst case scenarios and I'm afraid they'll all come true at once"
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| - | "Relax honey. I'm here for whatever you need. Even if something goes wrong, they'll be either be too proper to tell you or too drunk to remember."
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| - | you both giggle for a moment at your mom's joke. "Mom, could we get ready together? I think that would help alleviate a lot of stress..."
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| - | "Of course my dear. We'll spend the day together"
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| - | You and your mother spend the day preparing for your coronation. Between breakfast, cleaning, tending to hair, getting dressed, rehearsing for the event, nobody comes to bother you. No suitors, no younger brothers, even your honorbound guardian Lars knows not to be in sight when you are around your mother. As the event approaches, little stories and bits of encouragement tide off your anxiety. The coronation ceremony goes off without a hitch: it's the one ceremony in your kingdom where lip service to the old gods are paid, blessings of wisdom and health are asked for. Sacrifices and chants are made. Extended family and emissaries from all over come to watch, as well as join in the feast after. Several of them are the same suitors that came to call when you were still a princess, hoping to access the wealth and beautiful land of both you and your kingdom. It's a foolish endeavor, your kingdom is known as the land of the [[Kingdom Cum Lore| Maiden Queen]] for a reason. Still, it's cute to watch them try.
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| - | The coronation complete, you retire from your ceremonial vestments to something more appropriate to a celebration, and to your figure. A long red dress, perfectly fitted to your body and leaving nothing to the imagine. Gaps in the soft silk around your large chest and large ass intend to tantalize. It certainly does that; you can't even make it to your seat before men start to come after you. Lars manages to keep them away before you, at least until you sit down in the throne, but he can't keep them away all night, especially once dancing starts and the alcohol begins to flow. There's also your mother to see, and her new flame. One of the clerics from the temple also seems to speak with you, but his visit seems more professional.
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| - | *[[Humor the suitors as best you can]]
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| - | *[[Chase down the most handsome man in the room]]
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| - | *[[Eat and dance with Lars for the whole evening]]
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| - | *[[See what the cleric wants]]
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| - | *[[Check on your mom's husband]]
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