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The next morning, Cinderodham served breakfast for her stepfather and stepbrothers, who were all squabbling with each other over the ball. Trumpmaine was furious that neither he nor his sons had been crowned king.
“You could have enticed any of the kings, and yet you fall for a lowly Count!” He scoffed at Cruzella, “Sad!”
“But Father, I love him!” Cruzella burst into tears. “Count Rubio and I are meant to be!”
“I don’t care! And you!” Trumpmaine growled, turning to Sanderstasia. “You didn’t fare any better! You made no effort to charm the kings; you kept going after that Countess who wasn’t even into you!”
“Whatever, Father.” Sanderstasia sneered, rolling his eyes. “I’ll simply try again next coronation cycle. I’m looking forward to beating whoever that was in the silver suit.” Cinderodham, who had been scrubbing the dirty dishes in the sink, paused.
“Who was in a silver suit?” She inquired.
“No clue.” Said Sanderstasia. “But they were elected to be the new king or queen last night, and now the kings and dukes can’t find them!” Cinderodham’s heart skipped a beat. They were talking about her! She’d won the crown!
“Oh, they can’t?” She asked, feigning disinterest. “That’s too bad. Did they even get the noble’s name?”
“Their name was Hillary.” Sniffled Cruzella. “At least, that was the name that this noble gave to Duke Biden. But I don’t know any lords or ladies named Hillary in the court.”
“Now those sad useless dukes have all been sent out by their kings to search the kingdom for Hillary.” Trumpmaine complained. “It’s stupid! All they have to go on is Hillary’s glove! They should forget all about it and just crown me the new king. Besides, from what we know it sounds like Hillary is a noblewoman, not a nobleman, and do we really want a queen leading the kingdom? A queen would be too emotional to lead us! She’d get her period and start a war!” Cinderodham, hiding her indignation at that preposterous claim, fished for more information.
“Why do you think it’s a queen that they’re looking for, Stepfather?” She prodded Trumpmaine.
“Because King Clinton claims to have danced with a woman he believes to be Hillary.” He revealed. “He was really taken by her. She ran off without giving him her name, and all that she left behind was her glove.” Cinderodham couldn’t believe it; the man she had danced with was one of the kings!
“He must be a very humble man to not use his title to try and impress the ladies.” She thought to herself, cracking a smile. “Of course, he didn’t need to use it to impress me.” She had won the crown, but the king had won her intrigue. She wanted to get to know him more, she had to see him again, and she had to find a way to meet up with the dukes. As she quietly continued scrubbing the dishes she went about formulating a plan to slip out of the penthouse. She hummed the melody of the song that she and the king had danced to and began setting the freshly-scrubbed plates on the drying rack. Cinderodham noted that it was oddly quiet in the kitchen now; glancing back at the table she noticed Sanderstasia staring at her intently. He beckoned his father to lean close to him and whispered something into his ear.
“WHAT!?” Trumpmaine exclaimed loudly, slamming his fists down on the table and making Sanderstasia and Cruzella wince. “You think that Cinderodham is Hillary!?”
“Father, inside voice!” Sanderstasia meekly admonished him. “Don’t let her know that we know! She’ll run off!”
“No need to worry about that! Cruzella, grab her!” Trumpmaine commanded. Cinderodham made a dash for the doorway, but found herself tackled to the ground by Cruzella. Trumpmaine loomed over her, a menacing look in his eyes.
“I don’t know how you managed to get a new suit and get to the ball, and I don’t care that most of the kingdom’s subjects want you to lead them.” He seethed. “I’ll find a way to make me or one of my boys the king instead, no matter what it takes. Cruzella, Sanderstasia, lock her up!” Sanderstasia grabbed hold of Cinderodham and he and Cruzella pulled her kicking and struggling out of the kitchen, dragging her off to her room.
“Let go of me!” She shouted. “The crown is rightfully mine!”
“It’s only yours because you whored out for King Clinton!” Sanderstasia accused her. “That’s the only way you could’ve pulled this off. You couldn’t stand before the kingdom’s subjects and win; you had to be on your back under a king to do it!”
“We haven’t slept together!” She maintained. “He was a perfect gentleman to me! All we did was kiss!”
“Yeah, right! We all know of his reputation; there’s no way that kissing is all he did with you!” Cruzella sneered. “You nasty woman, you can’t win legitimately so you lie and cheat to win!”
“Oh, that’s rich coming from you!” Cinderodham shot back. “You and Stepfather do those things; I actually worked hard to earn the crown! Hey!” Sanderstasia and Cruzella shoved her into her room and locked the door from the outside, imprisoning her. She pounded on the door, demanding that they free her, but they ignored her. They left to rejoin their father, her angry orders growing fainter the further they got down the hallway. Trumpmaine was finishing a phone call as his sons reentered the kitchen; he hung up and turned to face them, grinning from ear to ear.
“One of us will soon be king!” He announced. “I’ve contacted King Putin of the kingdom of Russia, Minister of Investigations Comey, the exiled Lord Assange, and many other rich and powerful friends from this kingdom and others. They’ve all agreed to help us trash Cinderodham’s reputation and tamper with the ballots if need be. But at the moment we don’t need their assistance, we just have to keep Cinderodham out of the way and wait for the dukes to arrive with the glove. Come along, boys!” The three of them headed down to await the dukes in the lobby, confident that nothing could stop them now.
Meanwhile, Kaine, Nancy, and Liz had just arrived back from Virginia. Nancy and Liz, now permanently human, were talking about all the things that they would do in their new forms and about possibly joining the royal court, though Kaine seemed a little worried.
“I hope Cinderodham hasn’t been too lonely without us!” He said as they approached Trumpmaine Tower. “I wish we could have brought her along. It’s too bad that her family would’ve noticed that she was gone and would’ve punished her when she returned. Oh, that Trumpmaine is such a wicked stepfather! How could he be so cruel! Uh, Nancy? What’s wrong?” Nancy had grabbed hold of his and Liz’s arms to stop them from walking any further.
“Speak of the devil.” She noted, pointing across the street. Through the massive glass doors the three of them spied Trumpmaine, Sanderstasia, and Cruzella all sitting together in the lobby.
“Well, now we’ll have to find another way inside, because we can’t go in through the front with them there.” Liz surmised. “I don’t want to deal with Sanderstasia again after last night.”
“I don’t think there are any other ways in.” Said Nancy. “That’s the only way in or out. Well, there’s also the fire escape, but I wouldn’t recommend climbing in that way. It’ll hold a mouse’s weight, but it won’t hold ours.” The three of them heard a squeaking noise and looked down at the pavement, seeing a lone mouse in a blazer and tie standing before them.
“Oh! A friend of yours?” Kaine asked Liz and Nancy, and they nodded. Liz knelt down and held her palm out for the mouse, the mouse crawled onto it and Liz lifted him up so he was eye level with them. The mouse started squeaking frantically, and Liz and Nancy each let out a horrified gasp.
“Kaine, our friend has some terrible news!” Nancy informed him. “Trumpmaine, Cruzella, and Sanderstasia imprisoned Cinderodham in her room! They’re trying to prevent her from being crowned queen!”
“She received the most votes from the kingdom last night, but because she didn’t give her true name or show her face the kings and dukes can’t find her!” Liz added. “But one of the kings had the idea to send the dukes out with the glove she left behind and to have all of the noblemen and noblewomen of the kingdom try it on to see if it fits! They plan to find her that way.”
“But they can’t find her if Cinderodham isn’t present to try on the glove!” Kaine realized. “We need to free her so she can take her rightful place as queen!”
“We’ll need to distract Trumpmaine and his sons so we can get to her, and I have just the plan for that!” Nancy announced. “Liz, Sanderstasia was quite taken with you at the ball, right?” Liz grimaced at this.
“I don’t like where this is going.” She grumbled. Nancy briefly went over her plan, and even though Liz was not especially thrilled with her role in it, she and Kaine agreed to go along with it. Liz set their mouse friend down and he scurried back over to the tower. She took a deep breath, dreading what was about to happen, and entered the lobby. Sanderstasia, upon seeing her approaching, instantly perked up.
“Countess Warren!” He exclaimed, leaping up from his seat to rush over and take her into his arms. “You’ve come to call on me!”
“Oh, Sanderstasia, my love.” She pretended to swoon, though in reality she was filled with disgust. “You made such an impression upon me at the ball last evening that I just had to see you again. Can we go somewhere private?” Sanderstasia didn’t need to be asked twice. He swung Liz over his shoulder and carried her into the elevator, grinning wickedly as the doors slid closed. Kaine and Nancy walked in next, hand in hand as if they were a couple, and approached Trumpmaine.
“Good day, Lord Trumpmaine.” Nancy greeted him. “My husband and I have been out looking for a new residence, and we just happened to run into a friend of ours a few minutes ago who recommended that we rent a room in your tower. Are you aware of a Count Rubio of Florida?”
“Count Rubio?” Cruzella repeated, jumping out of his seat at the mention of his love. “Where!?”
“Oh, he was on his way to Broadway to watch the Lord Hamilton musical.” Kaine lied. “Perhaps you can catch up to him, if you hurry.” Without another word Cruzella bolted out of the lobby in search of his beloved Count Rubio. Trumpmaine groaned and rolled his eyes.
“Pay no mind to my sons, they’re easily distracted idiots.” He muttered, but he himself was soon distracted by a notification on his phone. Opening it up, he was enraged to see that all of the nobles that sat on the left side of the royal court, led in a thread started by Count Schumer, were speaking ill of him on Twitter. “Trumpmaine would be a disaster for the kingdom, Trumpmaine is grossly unqualified, the kingdom’s most vulnerable subjects will die under Trumpmaine-oh, I’ll show these sad counts and countesses what’s what!” He started aggressively typing away, ready to retaliate with nasty tweets of his own.
“Since you seem busy, would you mind if we took a look at the rooms on our own?” Kaine asked.
“Yeah yeah whatever, go ahead.” Trumpmaine muttered, not even bothering to look up from his phone. Kaine and Nancy hurried off to the elevator and pressed the button that would take them up to the penthouse.
“That was excellent thinking to recruit the other nobles to distract Trumpmaine!” Kaine complimented Nancy. “He’s unable to ignore his critics; he just always has to have the last word!” The elevator doors slid open and they rushed to Cinderodham’s room. Kaine transformed the tip of his wand into a lock pick and managed to get the door open. He and Nancy rushed in, only to see that Cinderodham had given up trying to break the door down and was attempting to climb out the window on to the fire escape. Her friends’ entrance startled her, making her lose her balance, though she fortunately caught herself before she went tumbling over the windowsill.
“Cinderodham!” Nancy and Kaine cried as they ran to grab hold of her. The two of them managed to pull her back inside, and Cinderodham threw her arms around both of them in a grateful hug.
“Oh, it’s so good to see both of you!” She exclaimed. “Thank you, thank you so much! Where’s Liz?”
“Here I am.” Liz announced herself as she stepped into the room, looking a little bit disheveled and damp.
“Liz, where’s Sanderstasia?” Kaine asked her. “Weren’t you keeping him distracted?”
“I was, but he wanted to have a little ‘fun’ with me in his shower and had an unfortunate ‘accident’ with the shower door.” Liz smirked. “But enough about that. We need to get Cinderodham to the dukes!” They all ran down the hall to the elevator, only to find Sanderstasia was staggering into it, with Mike at his side. He too was damp and disheveled, and he seemed a bit dazed. He was bleeding from a small gash on his forehead, likely from the “accident” with the shower door, and was very, very pissed off.
“So Cinderodham, you and your friends think you can rig things to prevent me from getting the crown, do you?” He snarled. “Well, I’ll do some rigging of my own. Have fun taking the stairs.” He pressed the button to close the elevator’s doors prematurely, and the four friends watched Mike give a final hiss in their direction as the doors slid closed. They heard a car horn from outside; Liz looked out the window and saw that a limo with the kingdom’s seal had pulled up in front of Trumpmaine Tower. The five dukes exited it and approached the door.
“Son of a bitch!” Liz swore. “We don’t have time to wait for the elevator; we need to run for it!” Everyone found their way to the stairs and began bolting down to the lobby. Trumpmaine had just let the dukes inside; the five of them bowed respectfully.
“Lord Trumpmaine.” Duke Cheney greeted him. “You live here with Count Sanderstasia, Count Cruzella, and Countess Cinderodham, correct?”
“That’s right!” Trumpmaine affirmed. “You’re looking for the next king or queen?”
“We are indeed.” Duke Biden replied. “Now, we’ll start with your sons. Where are they?” Suddenly, Cruzella came running in through the door, out of breath and in tears.
“I missed him, Father! I missed him!” He sobbed. “Count Rubio wasn’t at Broadway!”
“Stop crying, you sad brat!” Trumpmaine snapped at him. “Stick your hand out so the dukes can try the glove on you!” Still whimpering, Cruzella did as he was told, and Duke Biden tried to slip the glove onto his hand. He had some difficulty, however, as Cruzella’s fingers were too fat to fit the glove.
“Well, it’s not you.” Said Duke Biden. “Count Sanderstasia is next.” As if on cue, the elevator doors opened and Sanderstasia shuffled out, followed by Mike. Mike leapt into Trumpmaine’s arms and purred as the lord began to pet him.
“Oh my, what happened to your head?” Duke Mondale asked the Count.
“It’s a long story involving an absolute wench of a countess…” Sanderstasia growled. “Don’t ask any questions; just let me try on the glove.” Duke Biden removed the glove from Cruzella’s hand and tried it on Sanderstasia, but his hands were too large and his fingers too long to fit the glove.
“Okay, neither of my idiot sons are who you’re looking for, so now try me!” Trumpmaine demanded, thrusting his hand out. “I think you’ll find that it fits very well!” Duke Biden, Duke Gore, and Duke Mondale exchanged nervous glances with each other, each of them silently hoping that the glove would not fit, while Duke Quayle looked on with excitement and Duke Cheney regarded them all in stony silence. Duke Biden muttered a prayer, did the sign of the cross on himself, and tried the glove on Trumpmaine. It hung loose on his tiny hand, and Biden, Gore, and Mondale breathed a collective sigh of relief. Duke Quayle was noticeably displeased.
“Oh well, it seems that my side of the court was not successful this time.” Duke Cheney said with a shrug. “Perhaps next coronation cycle we’ll have better luck.”
“Oh, what a tragedy!” Duke Quayle lamented. “You would have made such a wonderful king, your lordship!”
“May we try Countess Cinderodham next?” Duke Biden requested.
“Why bother? She wasn’t even at the ball last night!” Trumpmaine lied. “She was holed up in here doing her chores! I’m the one you’re looking for, this is my glove and I’m going to be the next king! It probably just got stretched out from all of you manhandling it! That’s why it doesn’t fit properly anymore! You did it! You’re trying to take me down!”
“Weren’t we looking for a queen, though?” Duke Gore questioned. “A woman in silver? The woman King Clinton danced with? I’m pretty sure King Clinton didn’t dance with a man. He doesn’t swing that way.”
“We would have learned of him having a dalliance with a man by now if he did,” Duke Cheney scoffed. “For he is a king who is terrible at keeping certain affairs private...”
“Well, it was dark out and I was wearing my mask most of the evening.” Trumpmaine tried to cover for himself. “I think the king may have mistaken me for a woman.”
“The king has questionable taste at times, but I’m sure he would’ve noticed that you weren’t one, your lordship.” Duke Mondale insisted. “Yes, we’re trying the glove on all of the noblemen and noblewomen just to be absolutely certain that we find the right person, but we’re all convinced that we’re looking for a queen, and King Clinton is too.”
“I know for a fact that your story is false, your lordship.” Duke Biden intervened, and Trumpmaine grew enraged over being caught in his lie.
“You’re fake news!” He shot back. “How is my story false?”
“I met Hillary briefly at the ball when I tried to get her to present herself to the kings.” Duke Biden explained. “I wasn’t entirely sure at the time if Hillary was a nobleman or a noblewoman, but King Clinton’s description of the woman he danced with matched Hillary exactly, so I’m confident that she’s Hillary. And at the same time that I was speaking with her I saw you and your sons waiting in line to give your speeches to the kingdom, so you can’t have been her.”
“Well, if it’s a woman you’re looking for then you might as well leave now!” Trumpmaine decided, tired of keeping up his lies. “Because there’s no woman here who went to the ball last night. Like I said, it was just me and my sons. Cinderodham was home all night.”
“You’re wrong, Stepfather!” A new voice cut in, and Trumpmaine tensed up. Looking in its direction, he saw Cinderodham emerge from the stairwell, accompanied by Kaine, Nancy, and Liz. Cinderodham was breathless from having to run down all those flights of stairs to reach the lobby, but she steeled herself, held her head high, and approached the dukes, flanked by her friends. “Your grace Duke Biden, I did attend the ball last night, and I believe that I’m the one you’re looking for.” Upon hearing her speak Duke Biden’s face lit up.
“My dear countess, I’m certain that you’re the one! I recognize your voice from last evening!” He told her excitedly. “But since we need more proof than my word and King Clinton’s description, will you please let me see your hand?” Cinderodham held her hand out for the duke, and Trumpmaine, Cruzella, and Sanderstasia looked on in defeat and anger as Duke Biden prepared to slip on the glove. However, before he could do so, Mike leapt out of Trumpmaine’s arms and onto the duke, hissing and screeching and clawing at him.
“OH FUCK!” Duke Biden swore loudly, staggering backwards and falling to the floor as Mike kept attacking his face.
“Your grace!” Cinderodham cried. She and her friends rushed to get Mike off of the duke, as did Duke Gore and Duke Mondale, while everyone else just stood around uselessly. After much arduous struggling and pulling, they finally managed to get Mike off of the duke when Kaine used his wand to conjure a water bottle and started spritzing the cat with it. Mike hissed and ran back over to Trumpmaine, jumping into his awaiting arms as Cinderodham helped Duke Biden back to his feet. His face bore several bloody claw marks and his blazer was in tatters, but he was otherwise unharmed. Kaine used his wand to conjure up some disinfectant ointment and bandages for the duke’s wounds, which he began applying to the duke’s face.
“Thank you good sir, but I’ve got bigger problems than these scratches! Oh, King Obama will be so angry!” Duke Biden panicked. “That terrible cat’s shredded the glove!” He held up the glove, which, like his blazer, was completely in tatters.
“Well, guess you can’t see if Cinderodham is the one you’re looking for now!” Trumpmaine smirked triumphantly. “You dukes had one job, and you couldn’t even accomplish that! Sad!”
“Perhaps she can still be crowned!” Duke Mondale spoke up hopefully. “Do we really need the glove to prove that she’s the one? Duke Biden is certain that she is, and King Clinton is certain too.”
“What? That isn’t fair!” Duke Quayle shrieked. “We can’t crown her the queen based solely on Biden and Clinton’s word! We need more proof than that! Stop the steal!”
“You’re trying to rig this in favor of your side of the court!” Duke Cheney accused.
“You’re the last person who should be talking about rigging things!” Duke Gore scoffed. “Your king stole the crown from me!”
“Oh, can’t we please just make Trumpmaine the king?” Duke Quayle pleaded. “That makes the most sense!”
“That doesn’t make a lick of sense! It’s a bunch of malarkey!” Duke Biden shot back. “Why in the fuck would we do that?”
“We might as well!” Duke Cheney reasoned. “We can’t prove that Cinderodham is Hillary, and he got the second most votes out of all of the contenders!”
“So stealing one crown isn’t good enough for you?” Duke Gore huffed. “You and Bush the Younger weren’t satisfied after taking the crown that was rightfully mine, so now you’re going to rob Cinderodham of it too?”
“Your graces, there’s no reason to argue! There’s still a way to prove that I’m the one!” Cinderodham intervened. “I have the other glove!” She reached into her pocket and pulled out the remaining glove, presenting it to the five dukes. Trumpmaine, Sanderstasia, and Cruzella all rushed to grab her and seize the glove, but Kaine stopped them, using his wand to raise a wall of magic to keep them at bay on the other side of the lobby.
“Hey! The wall is my thing!” Trumpmaine snapped angrily. Duke Biden took the glove, Cinderodham held out her hand, and he slipped it on. The duke beamed at her; it was a perfect fit!
“Gentlemen, may I present our new queen, Queen Cinderodham of New York!” He announced, grabbing Cinderodham’s gloved hand and raising it high. The duke then bowed before her, as did Duke Gore and Duke Mondale. Duke Quayle looked as if he was about to throw a tantrum over Trumpmaine not becoming king, and Duke Cheney regarded everyone with the same deathly quiet as usual, but after a moment’s hesitation the two reluctantly joined the other dukes in bowing. Trumpmaine, Sanderstasia, and Cruzella were fuming.
“Well, if I can’t have the crown then I want the man I met last night!” Trumpmaine demanded. “You fools spent the better part of a day scouring the kingdom for Cinderodham, you have the means to find him for me! Bring me Pence of Indiana!”
“No need! He’s right here!” Kaine announced. He dissipated the magic wall, fired a bolt of magic at Mike to turn him human, and Trumpmaine suddenly found himself holding his dream man in his arms instead of his cat. Kaine then handed Mike a vial of the potion he’d made for Liz and Nancy, telling him to drink it to make the spell permanent.
“I’ve fallen in love with a cat?!” Trumpmaine exclaimed in shock. Then, he shrugged. “Oh, well, this is okay I guess. I already grab pussy, so what’s wrong with dating a pussycat? Give me a kiss, Mike!” Mike threw his arms around Trumpmaine’s neck and pulled their faces together in a crushing kiss. Sanderstasia grabbed Liz’s hand and got down on one knee before her, ignoring the look of disgust on her face.
“Warren of Massachusetts, will you marry me?” He proposed to her. “I forgive you for slamming my head into the shower door! I just have to have you at my side!”
“Fuck no!” Liz rejected him. “It’s too late for that. Besides, I don’t think you’d be very happy to marry one of the mice that you hate so much…” Sanderstasia let go of her hand and sulked off, cursing her under his breath.
“Don’t worry, brother! You’ll find love one day!” Cruzella reassured him. “You helped me find it with Count Rubio, so I’ll do my best to return the favor!” Sanderstasia was still put out, but he did appreciate his brother’s gesture. The dukes led Cinderodham and her friends to the limo and they sped back to Washington Royal District and to the White Palace, where the kings awaited them. King Clinton was standing out front, looking longingly into the distance, wondering where in the kingdom his beloved could be. The king saw the limo pull up, and the dukes exited, although they weren’t alone. Three nobles exited with them, and then Duke Biden held out his hand to assist a final noble out of the limo. King Clinton’s heart skipped a beat. It was his lady love! Duke Gore hurried to join his side, while Duke Biden brought the lady forth and the other dukes rushed off to alert their kings.
“Good news, your highness! We’ve found our next queen!” Duke Biden announced. Cinderodham smiled and approached the king.
“If you’re one of the past kings and I’m going to be the next queen, you should get to know my real name.” She said. “I’m Cinderodham of New York. You’re King Clinton, right?” In that moment the king grew so flustered he nearly forgot his own name; Duke Gore ended up having to nudge him in the side with his elbow to prompt him to respond.
“Yes! Yes I am!” The king managed to stammer out a reply. “I’m Clinton of Arkansas, the forty-second king of America! I’m very glad to see you again, Cinderodham. You’ve won not only the crown, but my heart as well.”
“And you have won mine, Clinton.” She confessed. “I still need a plus one for my coronation. Would you like to accompany me?” The king accepted, and they all went inside the palace to introduce Cinderodham to the other kings and make arrangements for the upcoming ceremony.
Coronation day was soon upon them, and Cinderodham was soon to receive her crown with King Clinton at her side. Kaine was to be her duke, and Nancy and Liz had become members of the royal court. Nancy became one of the viscountesses of California, as well as the court speaker, while Liz became the junior countess of Massachusetts. Sanderstasia was still in the court as a count, though he kept his distance from Liz, realizing that both his dream of pursuing the crown and dream of pursuing her were dashed. He went about his courtly duties, moved out of his father’s penthouse to a place of his own in the province of Vermont, and looked for love elsewhere. Cruzella and Count Rubio’s relationship was flourishing, and Cruzella soon moved to the province of Florida to be with him. Trumpmaine was still angry about losing the crown, but he was not lonely without his sons, for he had Mike at his side.
Despite the frigid winter weather, huge droves of people had turned out to watch the coronation ceremony take place, excited to see the crowning of the first woman to rule the kingdom. Cinderodham and Kaine stood together on the coronation platform, with the preceding kings and dukes flanking them. The dukes wore their sashes and epaulets for the occasion, and each king had on his crown. Minister Roberts administered the duke’s oath to Kaine, and then presented him with a sash and epaulets of his own. Kaine stepped aside, and now it was Cinderodham’s turn. She and King Clinton stepped forward. It was kingdom tradition for the incoming royal’s partner to hold their crown during the oath, and then to place it upon the royal’s head once the oath was finished. Minister Roberts presented Cinderodham’s crown to King Clinton. It was a silver crown, adorned with sapphires, which would nicely compliment the dark blue pantsuit the soon to be queen was wearing.
“Repeat after me.” The minister began the oath. “You, Cinderodham, do solemnly swear,”
“I, Cinderodham, do solemnly swear.” Cinderodham repeated.
“That I will faithfully serve as Queen of the Kingdom of America.”
“That I will faithfully serve as Queen of the Kingdom of America.”
“And will to the best of my ability.”
“And will to the best of my ability.”
“Preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of our Kingdom.”
“Preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of our Kingdom.”
“So help me God.”
“So help me God.”
“Congratulations, your majesty.” The minister congratulated her. King Clinton placed the crown gently upon her head, and with that she was officially Queen Cinderodham. The subjects gathered before her erupted into applause and cheer, and she grinned. She almost couldn’t believe it. In just a few months she had gone from a countess treated as a prisoner in her own home to leader of the entire kingdom! King Clinton embraced her in a hug and kissed her cheek.
“The crown and suit are very becoming on you,” He whispered, grinning mischievously, “But I think they would look a lot better on the floor of our bedroom tonight…”
“Not in front of the other royals, your majesty!” Cinderodham playfully scolded him, though she too was looking forward to spending the evening alone with him. She hadn’t expected to win a king’s affection along with her crown, but she was very glad that she had won both. Things were looking brighter now, both for her and for her kingdom. She took Clinton by the hand and headed towards her palace, excited to begin her first day as Queen.
The End