HOW MUCH LONGER was this going to last? Rosalyn bent her knees and winced at the loud pop they made. One of the ladies-in-waiting shot her a dirty look.

Rosalyn glared back. Ladies-in-waiting always think they’re better than. Whatever. 

“And lo, we bestow unto you, the title Regent of the Forest, Keeper of All That is Green… ”

Rosalyn tuned out the priest’s droning. Her brother Frederick was king now. Good for him. She raised a hand to scratch under her crown, but her aunt slapped it down.

“Be still,” her aunt hissed.

“It itches,” Rosalyn hissed back.

Her aunt replied with a pinch. Rosalyn choked back a squeal, then slammed her foot down hard on top of her aunt’s. Her aunt hid a groan with a cough.

The organ music swelled. Frederick stood, scepter in one hand, orb in another, and the huge crown of state on his head. Rosalyn – along with the entire court – knelt in front of him.

Rosalyn’s stomach growled. How much longer?

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Daily Prompt - Bestow