Princess fantasies are alive and well in Liv Freeordie who is about to turn 50 this year. As a young girl, she fantasized about being a princess, and later a queen in an exquisite castle surrounded by enchanting countryside. Her throne, a deep red velvet, would not compliment her skin tone, so she changed it to a deep purple. She imagined that her crown would be sparkly.
Then one day, her dream came true in an unexpected way when she met a kingly gentleman who wished to sweep her off her feet, onto his special couch and crown her. "Please he asked, won't you attend the coronation and be my queen tomorrow?" Liv blushed and shyly said yes to the handsome man's offer.
The following day, Liv arrived dressed in her finest apparel for the coronation. A lady in waiting led her down a long hallway to her quarters. Liv was adorned in a beautiful, neatly pressed, emerald bib with the royal seal and told to sit on the newly annointed throne until the ceremony began. Her lady in waiting then set a lovely tray of fine silver implements down besides her, and handed her a pair of sunglasses. 'They will take the glare away from all the bright lights that will be on you when we commence with the drill. The king has been custom designing your crown all night," she added. "I think it will look so good on you!"
When it was time for the ceremony to commence, the drill sargent arrived with his infantry to prepare the surface for the traditional ritual of the crowning of the queen. Liv's nerves were raw as she waited for the anticipated ceremony to begin. "Open wide", commanded the Sargent. "You want to make sure you bedazzle your subjects with a winning smile."
Liv obediently opened her mouth wide to reveal her teeth which she wished were a tad gleamier and a bit whiter. "You're doing great," encouraged the sargent."Before you know it, the ceremony will be over and you will have a crown." "I'm such a bundle of nerves," exclaimed Liv.
"If you'd like, I can give you a numbing potion so that you will not feel so intense during the ceremony," suggested the Sargeant. "Perhaps, you should," reluctantly admitted Liv. The drill sargeant injected her with a numbing potion so that she wouldn't be spooked by the bright lights, crowds and noise. Liv settled down as she experienced that tingly feeling run through her which left her wide smile somewhat droopy.
After some brief mumbojumbo about becoming queen, her crown was placed securely on top. The crown fit so well, and she smiled becomingly at those around her. "Excuse me, your royal highness, the King would like a word with you", said the drill sargent. The king entered the chamber and looked at her with a somber face. "My darling queen, the coronation went extremely well, except for one catch. You need to brush up on your responsibilites as a ruler because, though your crown suits you perfectly, I'm sorry to report (the king sighs...) the infrastructure of your kingdom is already showing signs of decay. We must clean out the erosion and fill in the gaps with silver and gold!"
Shall I schedule your appointment for tomorrow?
DISCLAIMER: Stories in THE SNEE are 100% fictional. Coronations are not always what they're "tooth cracked" up to be.
PROCLAIMER: Has anyone else dreamed of a coronation lately? If so, whose?