anoint her with oil|| drabble
Elia felt the coronation robe placed on her shoulders, heavy with fur trimmed with yellow, almost gold with opal colored accents, to represent that they were an island known for their opals and wealth. Something that the very first monarch had worn on her coronation. Elia wore a red gown, with gold accents something different than any other Galman monarch had worn- except for one. Queen Catherine had work a plain red gown for her coronation when she became Galmaâs first monarch, and Elia chose to pay tribute to it. Sebastian, her advisor, came in and let them know the carriage was ready. Elia nodded and thanked him, leaving the her chambers and making her way down the steps. Her ladies in waiting all carrying the train of her gown and robes not allowing them to touch the floor.Â
As the gold and opal carriage rode Elia smiled at her people as they threw flower petals for there new Queen. She then looked down at the floor of the carriage, thinking about how young she was. How before her grandmotherâs death weeks ago, she was just a ordinary young woman, and how if her father had lived she wouldnât be Queen. But yet- she was in this very moment. And she couldnât have helped to feel immense pressure.Â
When the carriage door opened, Elia had realized they were now at the Grand Cathedral. Elia stepped out, as flower petals were being thrown from windows of surrounding homes and shops, it made her realize how many people there were in her country. Her ladies in waiting slowly put her train and robe to touch the floor for this was like a moment of transformation. Elia walked slowly into the Grand Cathedral, everyone bowed watching her walk into the abbey and make her way to the end of the aisle where the throne was.Â
Everyone stood as she kneeled and her robe was now removed and replaced with a grand robe, that was gold with roses and lions- a more religious robe for this. As she rose she sat on the throne and the Royal priest had appeared with a gold bottle of oil decorated with roses- oil that was used for every coronation that was almost holy.Â
âIs your majesty willing to take the oath?â asked the Royal priest.Â
âI am willing.â answered Elia.Â
âWill you maintain and preserve inviolably?â
âI will.â
The Royal Priest nodded as Elia rose and began her annointing.Â
âBy thy hands, anointed, with oil. By thy breast, anointed with oil. By thy head, anointed, with oil. As Queen Caroline was once anointed by Aslan and many monarchs after her, to be thou anointed, blessed, and consecrated Queen over the peoples, whom the Lion hath given thee to rule and govern, in the name of Aslan.âÂ
âIn the name of Aslan.â said Elia and the rest of the people in the abbey.Â
The Royal priest then turned around and placed a golden orb with a flower on the top in one of Eliaâs hands, and a scepter in the other. He then grabbed the crown, and began to place it on Eliaâs head, for she was now transformed, and Elia sat on the throne as the new Queen of Galma.Â
The people all placed on their cornets and began chanting âAslan save the Queen!âÂ
And it made her think about how she was something else to the Galmans, and to herself about who she now was- or what she was.Â
She was no longer human, for who wants transparency when you can have magic? Who wants prose when you can have poetry? Pull away the veil and what are you left with? An ordinary young woman of modest ability and little imagination. But wrap her up like this, anoint her with oil, and presto, what do you have? A goddess.Â
Elia had rose, and they changed her robe back to the previous one, and this time as she walked to the doors at the end of the aisle to show her people their new queen, her train nor her robe touched the ground.Â
And in that moment, Elia Mayfire was now dead buried with Cornelia Mayfire and those before them.Â
For Elia Regina was now in her place, and she felt a tinge of happiness- hoping the monarchs before her are proud of her.Â













