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βWhen you are in a garden which flowers do you pick? The most beautiful ones.β
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|| Broken Crown || Mumford and Sons ||
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|| Broken Crown || Mumford and Sons ||
Callisto hugged her son, knees giving in his embrace. He eased her gently down into the rocking chair, she seemed out of breath. "Mother, don't push yourself," he warned and Callisto swallowed. "I'm fine, just dizzy," she lied. "We should get going, my bag is already packed." Orderly Rowan lifted it, not wanting to burden the royals. "Let me get my shoes-" Celeste went to retrieve them from underneath the bed, helping her Mother into them. "Your jacket," she assisted her Mother in shrugging it on, the three of them making their way back out to the carriage. "This way, there's steps here," once the three of them were safely inside, the Pegasus trotted back towards their home. "Thank goodness, I don't think I could have stood another day in there." The Queenly aura seemed to melt, leaving just a tired Mother who was glad to be going home. "Come here you, let me have a good look." She pinched Celeste's cheeks, turning her head back and forth and then having a good look at her wings. "My stars, it really did work," her smile was bright. She hugged Celeste against her, crushing her daughter in her vise.
"C-can't breathe!" Celeste let go, then took a good look at Gabriel, her smile a bit sadder. "I never imagined I would live to see my son becoming King." Gabriel shook his head, "the throne belong to you and Father, I was merely keeping things in order for your return." He removed the crown from his head, the weight seeming to lift off of his shoulders as he handed it to their Mother who placed it upon herself without hesitation. "Thank you Gabriel, I'm sure you made a fine King." Celeste was quick to agree, "He did great! He put all of the council members behind bars," Callisto looked at her son in alarm. "You did what?" She sunk back into her seat, seeming a bit dazed. "The people aren't going to like that, they're going to think that the power has gone to our heads." Gabriel frowned, he and Celeste were both confused at their Mother's mixed reaction. "But the council was bad, they're the ones that hurt Papa and put you in a home!"
"The council was to keep us from having too much power Celeste, it's a system of checks and balances."
"They were committing treason against the crown!" Callisto was silent a moment, it was very rare for Gabriel to snap at his parents. "I wasn't going to stand there like some puppet for them to manipulate until everyone I loved was dead!" Callisto tried to touch his shoulder, but Gabriel jerked away. "Don't touch me, you don't understand, you're still doing things the old fashioned way." Callisto sighed but was otherwise silent the rest of the way home. Things were tense in the carriage and Celeste tried to break it with the story of how they had gotten to the Flowersea since her Mother had been asleep. "And then, just when we thought we were gonna die, we fell through the ice! Well, I think I may have actually been dead already, but the Flowersea kept my soul intact and healed my body." Gabriel stared hard out the window, it seemed that he was purposely avoiding their gaze.
When the carriage stopped in front of their home, the stands had already been set up for the public trial in which they would accuse and banish the council members. Vendors had set up too, selling warm drinks and food. Celeste loved seeing the community come together, even if it was for something as horrific as a public trial. It would be a historical moment, Callisto taking the stage, reclaiming her crown in front of the entire Kingdom and banishing the council that had tried to get the upper hand in the most dastardly way possible. They would pay for their crimes, they would pay for the lives that had been so unjustly taken and then, once it was over, Celeste and Gabriel would round up as many soldiers as they could and fly towards Hell to assist in the battle against Maya and Satan. Things were changing, the air was charged with an excitement that was mixed with both nerves and hope. "They're waiting for us," Celeste realized, watching through the curtains of their home.
Callisto was being fitted for a new dress, she had lost a considerable amount of weight but looked no less strong. Celeste too, was dressed in something more appropriate for the occasion. All three Angeals had donned their best robes, looking regal in an almost ethereal way. It was almost time now, soon they would take the stage and usher in a new age.