The coronation was over, for which Midnight was both grateful for and terrified to realize.

It had happened, it was real, it wasn’t some sick fever dream. Her parents were gone, killed in some accident that her father had concocted. An explosion in his workshop, trying to show his wife his newest invention.

Leaving behind their daughter and sole heir of Trotsylvania. She’d been raised to rule of course, and was prepared, but that didn’t dim the pain she felt at their loss. Or the worry that she would somehow ruin all her parents’ hard work for their nation.

Now, she was seated in her office. Sitting in her favourite office chair, looking over paperwork. Bills, receipts, security reports, catering bills. It seemed almost endless, but it was all that went into making her coronation happen. And settling the paperwork would be a good first step as ruler.

The door to her office opened, and Midnight looked up.
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A commission from Midnight Blossom.

Cover Art by Graphenescloset