Chapter 5

What happens during the coronation?

One hundred eleven every minute

"Mal, you look amazing! Straight from a fairy tale." Spoke Evie in amazement.

"Thanks Evie." Mal admired her dress once more. "Wait, you came out of my bedroom. Were you already in there?"

"Well, yeah. I wasn't going to let you alone with a stranger."

"So when he pulled my towel off, you..."

"Yep."

"And you saw..."

"Everything."

"Oh my gosh." Mal buried her face in her hands.

"Hey, you have nothing to be ashamed about." Evie grabbed Mal's arms, staring straight into her green eyes. "Great butt, nice breasts, everything is tight. Seriously, I envy Ben."

"Hold on, what do you mean with envying him?"

"Erm..." She let go of Mal, avoiding her gaze. Suddenly, the consorts walked into the room, ready to prepare their future queen for the coronation. "Oh look, your consorts. Better not keep them waiting, later!" Evie sprinted out of the room.

"We WILL talk about this, Evie!" Shouted Mal after her friend.

Later, Mal walked towards her carriage. She greeted the masses, slowly waving at them. As an interviewer came up to her with countless questions, she eventually asked, "your gown is amazing. Who designed it?"

"Why, thank you. It was made and designed by Matt Hatter."

In the distance, Matt was gleefully looking at his pocket watch. "And the time starts now."

At that moment, some guy in the audience asked, "Wait, why is she naked?" People looked quizzical at him. Mal wasn't naked!

An older man shouted, "I see it too. No queen of ours should make a display like that!" Very few, yet loud people kept arguing whether or not Mal was naked. But thousands of people couldn't even take the argument seriously.

"One hundred eleven down, thirteen thousand three hundred twenty-three to go." Smiled Matt.