Author’s
note: I got the idea from Isolde13’s
story about what she would do if she were Queen of the World. I just love everything she writes. Anyway, please review. This is my first. Thanks.
Coronation
Chapter One
By Zaen
It was
March 1, 2001, both my 30th birthday and the day of my coronation as Queen of
the World. I’d already been ruling since
January, but the calamitous elections of 2000 in the
“Uh, what’s this here thang?” he asked, perplexed, as I’d started shaking hands with the Canadian Prime Minister, whose name I can’t even remember.
“That, ‘Dub-yah’, is your 30 day notice. I didn’t vote for you, and I don’t think you should be running my home country,” I said. “I’ll be replacing you shortly. But don’t worry, I’ll find you a nice, easy job someplace where you won’t hurt anyone. Unless of course you can convince your cute little nephew George P. to meet me.”
“What the?” But he quickly acquiesced. The secret service, my secret service,
had surrounded him, each armed with stun guns and cattle prods. I think he’s managing a Popeye’s Chicken in
After shaking hands with more heads of state, religious leaders, and just plain filthy rich people, I moved on to the celebrities. The Royal Minister of Entertainment had wasted no time booking the hottest stars for the ceremony, and as he led me through the line, he introduced me to each and every one of them. Many artists performed or made speeches during the coronation, others just basked in my presence. But there was only one act that I personally requested.
“I enjoyed your last film IMMENSELY,” I said as I shook hands with a rugged thirty-something Aussie actor.
“Uh…thanks,” the hottie said nervously. I winked at him and then to the RME, who immediately wrote the hunk’s name on a list.
“You’ll be hearing from me, baby,” I pronounced. I’m not sure if he was glad or terrified to hear that news, but, what’s he gonna do about it? I’m the Queen of the World, and he’ll do as he’s told.
“Your Highness,” the RME said, trying to hurry me on down the line, “may I present…*Nsync.” And there they were, all decked out in matching tuxedos.
“Your Highness,” said Chris as he bowed.
“Hello. I really enjoyed your performance,” I said, trying to not sound like a fan. I winked at him as I shook his hand, then looked to his immediate left, at Lance. “Hello there,” I said coyly.
“Ma’am.” How cute, I thought. He looked almost nervous. They all did actually. They were finally meeting someone more famous than they were. I took his hand and smiled at him until he turned bright red.
“I love a man with a deep voice,” I cooed. The RME cleared his throat and nudged me with his pen. I shook my head no. The list was getting rather long already, and I did have a full schedule ahead of me, what with running the world and all. I moved on.
“Your Highness.” I smiled as Joey kissed my proffered hand.
“Very nice,” I said almost inaudibly. “Very nice.” A somewhat wicked grin began etching its way across his face, as he looked up at me, still half bent-over in his chivalrous bow.
“Dude,” said Chris, “forget about it. It’s the Queen, man.” Joey chuckled to himself as he rose back up to his full height. I couldn’t resist.
“You’re just a little flirt, aren’t you?” I said as I pinched his cheek. The others giggled. I leaned in really close to him. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am. I am a flirt,” he said obediently. “I can’t help it. It’s in my genes.”
“Mmmm. I’d imagine it is in your…jeans, huh Joey?” I whispered as I let my hand fall from his cheek to his other cheek. He blushed, and gave Chris an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
“Ma’am, shall we please get on with this?” the RME urged, looking at his watch. “There is the entire cast of ‘Friends’ coming up.”
“Very well. I need to talk to those ‘Friends’ folks about adding some color on that show. Maybe I’ll do a walk-on?” I said out loud to no one in particular, though the RME did write down everything I said. The next young lad stretched his hand out to me enthusiastically.
“Hello, Your Worship, I mean Your Queeness, I mean, Your Majesty.” I had to laugh as I shook his trembling hand. One would have thought he was the fan and I was the megastar.
“Hello…Justin.” He grinned from ear to ear when I spoke his name. Oh, the fringe benefits of world domination.
“Can I just say, Your Highness, that I’ve been such a big fan of yours since you took over.”
“Thank you—”
“And I
think your
“Yes, thanks.” My hand was beginning to hurt from the vigorous shaking the young man was giving me.
“And I wanted to tell you that your autobiography, Princess of Power, was the best book I’ve ever read.” He was really laying it on thick, and still holding my hand.
“Again, thank you Just—”
“Before you go…could I bother you for an autograph?” He looked so sincere, even as he tried to ignore Chris and Joey saying “kiss-ass” as they coughed. Again, I couldn’t resist.
“For you, I’ll go one better.” I handed the RME my scepter and promptly kissed the young singer on his juicy lips. That shut Chris and Joey up straightaway.
“Damn…I thought I was in there,” Joey said under his breath.
“Me, too,” Lance whispered.
“Well…this night keeps getting better and better,” I sighed as I finally pulled away from the boy, though I got the distinct feeling he would have been more than eager to continue our kiss. He began to speak, but then just giggled like a teenaged girl. Talk about role reversal.
“Excellent,” I said as I motioned to the RME. He rolled his eyes, gave me back my scepter, and wrote Justin’s name on the list. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Joey hand Lance a dollar.
“Ma’am, I really must hurry you. You still have to meet with Prime Minister Blair,” the RME said as he rifled through the papers on his clipboard. “Remember, you want him to reform the original five members of Duran Duran?”
“Yes, that’s right. What time is that meet—” I stopped immediately. There, smiling shyly in front of me stood the cutest thing I’d seen all night. I had to bite my lip to conceal the Cheshire cat smile on my face.
“Majesty,” he said softly, bowing. I offered him my hand, which he took in both of his. Nice…
“Hello.” I barely got the words out without my voice cracking. “Are you…enjoying yourself this evening?” He said something, but I don’t even remember what it was, I was too busy swimming in his blue eyes. I was amazed that he met my intense gaze, and would not let go.
“Did you know that you were the only entertainment that I specifically requested for this…shindig?” I said to him.
“I was?”
“Damn, JC, she meant us! Conceited much?” Justin piped in.
“Of course.” He would not look away. Wasn’t he afraid of me at all? “How silly of me…Highness.”
“Please, Your Highness. I really must insist that we move on,” the RME said, annoyed. I ignored him.
“I’m sorry, but I have got to ask you something,” I said softly, because I really didn’t want anyone else to hear. Much to my surprise he stepped up to me, which was quite bold. I knew without looking away from him that my secret service people were closing in, so I nonchalantly waved them away. It was fine for me to do whatever I wanted, but completely outside of protocol for anyone to approach me so informally. Anyone without the proper clearance, that is.
“Yes, Your Highness?” He was still holding my hand. I motioned for him to lean close, so I could whisper in his ear.
“Joshua…how ever did you get so cocky?” I whispered. I could hardly believe it when he whispered back, “Would you like to find out?” Damn him for making me blush in front of my subjects!
“Well. Very nice meeting you…all of you!” I forced myself out of the hypnotic state I seemed to be in and tried to pull myself away, but the handsome young man still had my hand.
“Very nice to meet you,” JC said as he released me. “Oh, and happy birthday.” I’d almost forgotten, what with all the hubbub of the ceremony. I started to respond, but the RME had me by the arm and was pulling me away. He immediately introduced me to some huge megastar, but I wasn’t even paying attention. I was still looking behind me at the blue eyes.
Copyright ã February 2001 by KTA