On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor

“We certainly find it pleasing to see you two getting along.” Ellie’s grandmother declared, all attention back on her, once the bagpipes stopped their solemn yet triumphant groaning. With the cutely dressed young boys and girls lined up alongside the flower petal road, clearly selected for their angelic appearance, heightened by their clothing choices, the spectacle was clear, and the symbolism equally so. A road we have to take, huh?

Ellie’s apologetic smile made me smile too, and as we gazed up at the Queen, the eyes of those who followed me here equally focussed, the Queen continued. “It warms the heart of this old woman. Now then…” She coughed theatrically, a wicked twinkle in her eyes. “…our motto has always been, never complain, never explain. We think it self-explanatory. The monarch is to rule as tradition dictates…”

Yukiko, who was accompanied by her parents on this trip, bit at her lip nervously, clearly understanding, as the Queen’s gaze roamed over them. “What that means varies, but we have always understood it as thus. We are the quiet moral centre of this great country. While we, the monarch, stands strong, quiet, confident, then all is well with the world. After all, does anybody want a ruler, even a spiritual figurehead, who panics and wails when matters go awry?”

“Sorry about this.” Ellie’s words were a near-inaudible whisper. “Grandmother means well, but I’ll have to apologise to Yukiko later. We watched the broadcast together. I can’t say she was impressed.”

“We’ll do it together.” I assured her, equally as quietly, as the Queen continued, and this was also being broadcast to Britain and the world. So much is changing, so fast. But then, we have a lot of threats coming, we need to be ready. We can only hope the world will follow along with these changes…

“No, we feel that the populace must be able to look to us and see a rock, a pillar, which upholds Britain. Of course, we have a second purpose, one rather more… pertinent. But we shall talk of that later. No, this day is… rather monumental, we think. After all, important guests have arrived, but how they did it…” She dropped her hand, and the bagpipes blasted a sonorous hum again, and some trumpeters played. As the noise died down, the Queen looked like a child playing a prank.

“…magic, of course. Though dear Eleanor would tell us it is called aetheric arts. We have seen much chaos these past weeks and months, but this is still surprising to us. But not unwelcome. Of course…” she continued dryly. “…we are not blind to the dangers. Our Prime Minister likes to bluster, but even he is uneasy. After all… this is the heart of London. Why, Parliament, Downing Street, the Palace… all are within reach. An invader could wreak much havoc.” She theoretically rubbed between her temples, playing up for the cameras. “There are no eternal allies, only eternal interests, so they say. We have heard likewise from the Prime Minister, the Leader of the Opposition, many, many others. But we think that old saw rather outdated. We know one way to have eternal allies…”

Ellie had quietly grasped my hand again, and her skin was hot, and her face pink, but she remained silent and tried to appear composed. Yes, the cameras were on the Queen, but we were certain the odd ones were focussed on us.

“…and more importantly, we hardly think our saviour, the Hero of Britain…” she smirked teasingly as she gave me that title, and I had to sigh ruefully, knowing she was talking me up for a reason. “…is not the sort of man to betray. No, we think of the positives. This day… this day shows the world we are united as one! Japan and Britain shall never fight alone. And even if our best, our brightest are far away… they can cross the world in an instant, driving out any malefactors, all invaders. We think those of you who would aim to divide us, to rule us, should take that lesson to heart! This day, we talk of…” Her eyes now held great wisdom, and they seemed to be staring into mine. “…Connection. This… is but the start.”

“Grandmother likes to hear about you…” Ellie’s breath tickled my ear. “…I have to tell her tales of everything you and the others do. She likes your way of bonds. She finds it very simple, and very much in line with her beliefs. Family. This country and the citizens are a family to her, and to us. I don’t expect… we don’t expect you to feel the same way, but… I hope you can extend a hand to those in need, just like you do in Japan.”

“Of course. Do you even have to ask?”

“Now then. We welcome you all.” the Queen continued. “Both those who reached out a hand to Britain in her hour of need, and those who come accompanying our saviour. We do hope you enjoy your stay. It is just a shame…” her tone carried laughter. “…you couldn’t arrive a little sooner. We saw your fireworks display. It was pretty, but compared to London… you missed out on quite the spectacle. Well, we believe you will have no shortage of sights to see. Now then…” She gestured behind her, and with a dull rumble, engines started, and the large wooden barge began to slowly move along the Thames, towards a distant dock which had been set up.

I expanded my vision, checking on the Ring Gate, but it seemed fine. The only issue was transporting it back before Ling’s power failed, but there was still plenty of time.

“Now then… we should take some brief questions.” The Queen chuckled. “…but only a few. After all, our guests have come all the way from Japan. They surely are tired from such a long journey.”

Very amusing. She’s in fine form today it seems…

“Hi, I’m from the BBC…” one man  was allowed to speak, his gaze fixed on Ellie and me. “We are aware you were in Japan up until a very short time ago, as one of our foreign correspondents was there. Just how long did it take you to get to Britain then?”

“That’s a rather difficult question to answer.” I mused. I had been advised to project power though. “But assume that we can come and go between Britain and Japan as we please. Perhaps I’ll pop over for breakfast some days. I’m not one to say British food is awful, and I hear the Savoy does a fine spread.” I winked.

“It’s not bad.” Ellie agreed. “Yes, we should definitely do breakfast at least once a week… oh.” She fell silent, embarrassed, but I decided to spare her blushes.

“Anyway, breakfast, pick up a morning paper, check your British press isn’t being too unflattering, and then back to do my work. So, it’s as the Queen says, consider it about as difficult as going out for a morning stroll.”

That wasn’t strictly true, of course. Due to the Ring Gate’s location, there was actually quite a troublesome setup, but hopefully we’d be able to relocate it during this trip, making it truly as easy as I had intimated, just a bit of work for Ling and Ginneka. And when Ellie hits Rank Four, such difficulties should vanish entirely…

“Thank you. That was an enlightening answer.” the journalist nodded. “Oh, and I’ve never been myself, but yes, the Savoy is popular with royalty. So are you, it seems.”

There was some laughter, Ellie glancing down shyly. It seemed the Queen had placed some sort of courtier or staffer amongst the press to keep order, as the next question was decided.

“Hi, I’m from Fox. We’re curious about your Pilgrimage. Don’t you worry it might offend those who believe in God? After all, I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery. You shall have no other gods before Me…”

This again, huh? I think I know why the Queen has let this idiot speak… “I’m more of the opinion those who can’t tolerate others doesn’t deserve my own tolerance. We paid respect to all those Divine beings…” I paused, considering my words for a moment. “…God is such a loaded term. There is a bit more to it than simply being to us as we are to ants, but in general, it’s more a case of power. If you want to worship your God, nobody is saying you can’t, and our Pilgrimage wouldn’t have excluded him, if we had received his bounty. What we did receive before the Pilgrimage didn’t seem in line with some of the other commandments you’re not quoting though. Not to be rude, but he’s not my God. But then…” I smiled at the camera, knowing the world was watching. “…it’s not like it can’t be imitated. Why not gather those who have the blessing and Favours of your God, and do a trail of good works, across your many religious sites? It’d be more in keeping with the teachings of your book, yeah?”

As the man fell silent, Ellie spoke up too. “Yes. I can’t exactly say I’m the most learned woman when it comes to religious studies, but I am a Christian. But I’m also a woman who has… experienced a lot. More than I’d have thought I was capable of, to be honest. I’ve seen things. It’s not a matter of faith now. All I know is… by their works shall ye judge them. I’ve seen a little of the Pilgrimage. It was to do good. And there were a lot of those we could call Gods, perhaps, and none of them claimed to be the only truth. Not even Hachiman.” She smiled at me knowingly, and I nodded.

“Yeah. Exactly. Anyone who is offended by the efforts of others in good faith isn’t who we need to be concerned with.”

As the man fell silent, another woman raised her hand, but it seemed we’d arrived, as the barge pulled up against the brand new dock. Dozens of ornate, horsedrawn carriages were waiting on the shore, and crowds were cheering and waving, and casting flower petals into the Thames. I could hear my sis being very excited about the horses, and she wasn’t the only one. Women love horses, I guess. And pageantry.

“It seems we are here. We hope you rather enjoyed the experience. And for those of you who had no time to ask your questions, do not be disheartened. You will see far more that is worthy of your interest, soon enough.” With a spry grace that belied her advancing age, Chirurgery having restored her to good health, the Queen descended the ladder to the dock, where two rows of her Royal Guardsmen, in their traditional uniforms, waited. The bagpipes and trumpets started playing, and the lines of young children began to sing, the British National Anthem, by the sounds of it. I caught my mom singing along, and as she met my gaze, she flushed, but pointed at her father, who was singing lustily, pride on his face.

Yeah, quite the homecoming for you, mom. I offered my arm to Ellie, who took it, and I walked her across the path of petals to a set of wooden steps which interlocked with the dock perfectly, making me admire the amount of effort they’d put in to make all this work at short notice. We might get to use it on our return, but… when we relocate the Gate this won’t be necessary. Oh well… it can be used for other things I’m sure…

I helped Ellie down, and was about to step off myself, but she stopped me with a harsh whisper. “No, you need to offer all the ladies your hand. Give the damn press something to think about. Besides, they’ll be saddened if you don’t play the gentleman. You chose this path.”

“So I did.” Ellie stepped aside, and Eri was next up. With a smile, I offered my hand and she took it, hopping down from the docks. I gave my hand to Shaeula, Shiro, Motoko, Miyu, even my sis managed to squeeze in, grasping me then jumping down like an overenthusiastic puppy. When it came to Yu-mi’s group, I ended up offering my arm to all of them, and Soo-ah smiled teasingly, breathing into my ear as she brushed past me.

“Our darling Yu-mi is so very excited to be here. You will show her a precious time, yes? Oh, and feel free to call on me or any of the others to liven up your stay here. It’ll be just like back in Gangnam, we had fun, no?” She then stepped aside, and I continued to help more women down.

It was amusing that while Luciana took my hand graciously, Aliyah, who I was sure would refuse and disembark like Treyvon did, by leaping to the ground effortlessly, also grabbed my arm.

“No funny ideas. I just ain’t being the only woman here who treats you like a bitch, get it?” she whispered, as I helped her down, trying to ignore the sensation on my arm. The crowd was loving the spectacle, lines of the Queen’s Guards as well as the British police keeping them back, but they were snapping photos and videos with their smartphones, as well as singing along to the orchestra, which had switched to traditional British Hymns. An interesting choice considering that question from Fox… an American channel, I believe… but it shows we’re not against Christianity, just those who would abuse the power they were given in God’s name… yeah, she’s got a keen sense of drama, has the Queen…

Mom took my hand, smiling as if she was so proud she could burst. My father nodded at me as he passed, and as the last of our huge group was disembarked, Ellie took my arm again. “Walk slowly and regally…” she whispered, and I barely inclined my head, showing I understood. The other carriages were loaded with guests, coachmen and women waiting under the winter chill to start the procession. The one we went to was the biggest, most ornate, and as the coachman held open the door, I helped Ellie step up, and entered myself, only to see, as the door shut behind me, that the Queen was waiting within, a grin on her face.

“Eleanor, Akio, so glad you could join me.” She’d dropped her royal plurals as it was just us now. “Quick brandy to fortify the spirit?” She tapped the expensive-looking bottle, and already had a glass in hand herself.

“Grandmother!” Ellie gasped. “This is an important day, save the alcohol for the banquet later!”

“Oh, don’t be a worrywart, dear.” the Queen huffed, taking no notice. “A tipple helps me keep calm. This… this is a day that will be in the history books. Monumental. I do hope I’ve set the proper stage.”

“I’ll take a glass. Ellie, have some too. You’re too tense.” I suggested, and she nodded, sighing.

“Tense?” She glanced out of the window at the crowds lining the way to the Palace, a bit over a mile distant. It seemed most of London had turned out, surpassing the spectacles in Japan so far by quite a margin.

“I’ll say I’m tense. This… is probably the most important day of my life, even more so than when I was chosen by the Green Man. It’s important for you too.” She fixed me with a steely blue glare. “So don’t be careless. Though I won’t let you. Nor will Shaeula and the others.”

“She’s acting like a proper wife already.” the Queen approved. Her expression then turned impish. “So, I hear she visited you again last night, in that spiritual realm. So how was it? Did you make a woman of my dear granddaughter yet?”

Ellie did a spit-take, brandy spraying from her lips as she made an explosion of embarrassed sound. I caught the drops with air and ferried them back to her mouth, and she swallowed, her face crimson.

“How can you ask that to his face? When I’m right here, grandmother! No, we didn’t go that far, I wanted to wait…”

“Oho!” she gloated, eyeing me. “That far, you say? No backing out now, young Akio. We’re fairly progressive here in Britain about fooling around before marriage, nowadays anyway, but Eleanor has her adoring fans, especially with Henry’s old colleagues in the Army. If you played around and ran…” she drew her thumb across her neck, chuckling.

“No fear of that. I love Ellie for her kindness, her strength, her bravery…”

“I’m hardly brave. Compared to Eri or Shaeula, I’m a total coward…” Ellie denied it, flushed from more than the brandy.

“And that’s why I respect and admire your bravery. You’re like me. I was constantly afraid during my earlier battles, and even now I fear one of you might get hurt or worse. But… I can’t just shoulder everything myself. We have to work together, grow together.”

“He’s a keeper, my dear granddaughter.” She topped up our glasses. “A toast then. To a happy engagement.”

“To our engagement.” I chinked glasses with the pair of them, and we all emptied our glasses, the fiery brandy a definite cut above even the expensive stuff we purchased on occasion now.

“If only you were single, it would be a fairytale.” The Queen mused. “But it would never have worked. You mean too much to too many, young Akio. I very much appreciate the political benefits. It was as I said, there are no eternal allies, but… family is eternal. To you it means more than your life, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” I agreed, as Ellie rested her head on my shoulders. Since the procession was trotting slowly, we still hadn’t reached the looming Palace ahead. “I won’t be so trite and say I’d die for Ellie, or for any of the others. I would, of course. But… living for them, no matter the odds, the danger, the despair… that’s my Path. I’ll fight through everything, and come back to them alive. It’s all I can do.”

“And all I ask. I warned you what I’d do if you ever betrayed me…” Ellie’s words were soft.

“Yes, you promised you’d kill yourself in front of me, making sure I knew it was my fault. And you’re right. That would hurt me more than anything else. But trust me…” I took her hand. “…you’ll never need to do that. I might not be the perfect husband, I have many demands on my time, you might fight with the others, grow jealous, but… when it counts, I’ll make you happier than anyone else can.”

“That’s a proposal I’ll accept with gratitude.” Ellie leaned over and kissed my lips softly. As we parted, the Queen was laughing loudly.

“Bold words. I like bold men. So does Eleanor, it seems. Though she likes bold men who aren’t fools. The men in our family are largely good ones, but… making stupid mistakes is their forte. Rather the same as young Gorohito, it seems. Still, they blindsided me a bit. Young Yukiko obviously wasn’t leaving the Imperial Family, that would cause problems in our alliance, but… Empress of Heaven… no, Empress, really. It might take a decade or two, but… eventually it’ll all be hers, yes?”

“We’re not interested in stealing from family, just… having our due.” I insisted, a little uncomfortable, and Ellie picked up on that.

“Trust me, I know how that feels. My situation…” Ellie coughed as her grandmother’s gaze was stern. “Never mind. You’ll see soon enough.”

“Indeed. Now then…” We were entering the Palace grounds, a familiar sight to me, as strange as that would have sounded but a few months ago. “…you’ve all been given guest rooms in the Palace, as if you are visiting royalty or state visitors. Some might be a little fuller than usual, as we’ll ask some of your party to share…” I nodded at the Queen’s words. Yu-mi and her friends, for one, were unanticipated. Her father was due to come with us as well, but he’d vanished, though Yu-mi knew where he’d gone, apparently, and seemed unbothered.

“…and we have… other… dignitaries.” The coach pulled to a stop, and I admired the historic building before us, as well as the efficient staff who were leading Eri and the others away in small groups into the Palace, while not being pushy enough to interrupt their gawking. Hyacinth in particular was impressed by the calibre of waiting staff, and was also surprised, but clearly pleased, as they praised her for her prior actions here in Britain, as her face was flushed a light, healthy pink.

“You’ve met some before. The State Banquet afterwards might be a bit tiresome, but we’ll have a little family get-together afterwards, and go long into the night. You’re not rushing back, are you?”

The door opened, and the Queen offered her hand, so I helped her down, then Ellie, before hopping out myself. “No, and we can go back and forth anyway. Everyone wanted to have some downtime in Britain, go shopping, have fun…” I glanced at Ellie then. “…maybe show willing and solve some problems here in the Boundary, as it wouldn’t do to let our Skills get rusty…”

“Wonderful. I’m almost ashamed to ask, but… we have discovered an area that’s challenging.” Ellie sighed. “With everyone participating, no doubt we can clear it in a day. It’s quite a historic seaside town, so, perhaps we can have some fun there with everyone afterwards.”

“Sounds lovely.” I chuckled. “I can’t be having my darling Ellie stressed out. And to that end… I’d like to meet Mary-Jane soon.”

“Ah.” Tears glimmered in Ellie’s eyes as she understood. “I… very much appreciate it. She… will too.”

Inside the Palace, we walked and talked, and it seemed that Henry had done sterling work gathering veterans and medical professionals to staff her Free Hospital. There were other things we’d have to attend to here as well, such as removing Favours from the British prisoners as well as those the Americans had taken. All of them had decided to cut their losses and quit. But first…

First… damn, I’m getting nervous now. I shouldn’t be, but… even compared to meeting Queen Elizabeth, or the Emperor of Japan… this is a big deal…

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“Bro, bro, this is awesome!” My sis came running into my room from the adjoining suite, clad only in fancy white underwear. Eri followed her out, similarly underdressed, in just black, her expression accepting. “We’re in a Palace! I’m living the dream. Wow, and look, aren’t I just stunning?” She pointed to her face, which had been beautified with light makeup, and her hair, which instead of her usual pigtails or braid, was instead styled in a bouncy, wavy style, framing her face. Huh, when not tied up, my sis has longer hair than you’d expect. Not so long as Eri’s though…

“Come on, sis, you can’t  just run in here dressed like that…” I chided, and she snickered, shaking her head, while the woman who was adjusting my own hair and makeup listened, though we were talking Japanese so she likely didn’t understand.

“Hey, all of the servants here are women, Eleanor would see to that.” she shrugged. “Still, I’m pretty, aren’t I? I didn’t think I needed makeup, as I’m naturally gorgeous, but wow, makes a difference. To Eri too, yeah? Praise us bro, praise us!” She puffed out her chest, a little dangerous in lingerie, and Eri rolled her eyes.

“Don’t humour her. We’re causing trouble for the poor Palace staff here.” she chided. “And as for making a difference, Shaeula and Hyacinth will shock you. Come on… you can play with Akio later, when we’re changed!” Eri hauled my giggling sis away.

“You know…” the woman said in English. “…you have a very close relationship with your sister. It’s nice. My brother and I… we never really got along as kids, and only drifted apart as adults.”

“Yeah. We grew apart a bit too, when I moved away. Now… well, she’s not just my sister, but a fellow warrior, protecting Japan. Britain too now, I guess.”

“Yes. But tell her not to go running around in her underwear. It’s not dignified, and… if the tabloids were to snap a picture…”

“They’d regret it.” I promised. “Oh, how they would. But you’re right. She’s just excited. I think. And… she did look much more charming than usual. Eri too.”

“Makeup is a woman’s sword, her dress her armour.” The staffer giggled. “For men, it’s a little different, but…” She’d tidied my hair, and it looked very dignified, while also carrying a rather wild charm. She’d also brushed faint traces of powder around my eyes, which apparently would make sure the cameras didn’t light my face strangely, and also made my eyes seem sterner, more regal. “…even perfection like you…” she flushed. “…needs a little helping hand now and then.”

“I’m hardly perfect.” I demurred, and she tapped my cheek with one finger.

“Your skin certainly is. Not a blemish, perfectly even tone. No unwanted hair. I’m so jealous…”

“It takes a lot of hard fighting to get to that sort of strength.” I warned, and the woman shook her head.

“Maybe I’m not so jealous after all then. If only you could bottle it…”

“Here.” I produced some of our sample cosmetics from my storage. “It’s not as potent as we’ll be selling, but it does work to give you radiant skin. It’s magic too.” I winked, and as she blushed again and clutched the bottle to her chest, I turned my attention to the grandfather clock standing by the wall. “But you’ll have to wait to try it out. It won’t do to be late today.”

“No, it certainly won’t.” she agreed. “Now then…” She quickly scooted around the room, dressing me, which was a uniquely uncomfortable experience. Soon I was in a smart suit and dinner jacket, with a white bowtie. I was also wearing a grey-steel finish Patek watch, and at my waist…

They say you are going to be a Knight, father! I looked that up! They have swords, so… I have to be here!

Tsurugi had barged into the room, much like my sis had, and had quickly assumed her sword form. Amusingly enough, this time, instead of the more usual katana-like appearance, she’d copied some of the British swords she’d seen as wall decorations within the Palace, and even created a brilliant sheath, though the poor staffer had to argue with her to change it to a silvery-grey, to match my eyes and watch.

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Don’t worry. Though… carrying a weapon to an audience with the Queen is a serious insult ordinarily. Fortunately… I’d messaged Ellie, and she’d sent back a reply saying the Queen recognised Tsurugi as a person, not a sword, so despite how she currently looked, none could truthfully say I was armed. It was sophistry, but it renewed my respect for the wily, flexible monarch. Compared to the Imperial Family, Britain has it a bit better. Although not all of the Royal Family is so enthusiastic, I’m sure…

Yes, but if they insult you, father, I will answer!

So long as it’s with words, not cutting them! I mentally chuckled, and soon I was done. As a man, it didn’t take me as long as women did to get ready, though now I had great sympathy for them, as even I had to endure a great deal of boredom as the staffer fussed over me. Luckily, I never wanted for conversation, and Lovers’ Link and Wisdom World were lively, through Eri and the others were very careful not to show me how they looked.

The door opened, and I found my eyes drawn to the figures who exited the adjoining suite. Eri was first, in a stunning black evening gown, lacy and imperious, her hands covered with wine-red gloves, some similar lacy detailing and high-heeled shoes adding a much-needed splash of colour. Her hair was also done in a similar style to my sister’s earlier. Her face had also been made up lightly, making her onyx eyes larger and more luminous, and her usually pale skin glow. Finally, she was wearing a small, elegant red hat, accompanied by more lace.

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I heard coughing, and turned my attention to Shaeula, who was grinning and making the fake noises. She was wearing a green gown and hat with amber lace and matching shoes. Her hair was bundled up regally, showing off her neck. “What do-do you think?” she asked, and I gave her a thumbs-up. I then gazed at Hyacinth and my sis, who were sharing the room next to me.

Hyacinth was in white, her hat a larger one, her hair artfully braided, and her accents were purple, reminding me of the dress she had borrowed here in Britain on our prior visit, no doubt intentional. At my praise of her, she blushed, eyes shimmering with emotion. I then examined my waiting sis, who was almost squirming with eagerness. Her blue gown was given white accents, and her hat was set at a jaunty angle, blue ribbons waving as she bobbed her head. All of them had exquisite makeup work done, as befitted such a royal occasion.

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“You’re all ten… no, eleven out of ten. I’m a lucky man indeed!” I gushed, and my sis giggled, face pink.

“Wow, you’re just spouting lines like a playboy now. But you’re not wrong!” My sis was actually moving gracefully for once, and soon, the door to the other adjoining suite opened, and in came Motoko, Natsumi, Daiyu and Tsukiko, who were sharing that one.

“Looks like four more knockouts have arrived.” I teased, making them all shift and fidget shyly. Motoko was in a bright, vivacious red, while Natsumi was wearing white and pink. They’d taken my advice to heart, it seemed, and moved away from their usual blue and white. Daiyu was in an elegant ivory gown, with grey accents, and Tsukiko was in a stunning, and slightly bold, silver dress, with a crimson hat, heels and lacy cinch belt to add colour and match her eyes. “If this carries on, I might die before the ceremony!”

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“Very amusing.” Natsumi shook her head carefully. As expected, she and Motoko, well used to such events, if perhaps not of this scale, were walking with truly adorable and elegant grace. “I have to say, these are gorgeous gowns. But…” Her cheeks reddened. “…I know what you’re thinking.” She tittered cheekily, and I changed the subject.

Yeah, Natsumi knows just how to tease me. But now is not the time for this. “I’m thinking that Heaven has run out of Angels… ah, damn, that line doesn’t really work if we’ve seen what actual Angels are like…”

Outside our guest bedroom, of which Buckingham Palace had a great number, I was indeed greeted by a gathering of beautiful flowers in all the colours of the rainbow. Shiro in half bold purple and half calm white, Asha in a beautiful orange, Miyu in elegant purple, Hinata beside her wearing a more modest but still quite bold golden-red dress. Haru was in black, but not the usual black of her business suit or mourning-style dresses, but one that was far from trashy, but quite provocative for her, a slit on her thigh and bare shoulders quite tantalising, purple lace adding to her charm. I felt bad showing her my thoughts, but I resolved never to hide from her, and she smiled, tipping her matching hat to me.

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I’m glad. I’d rather know what you think and feel about me in your heart, rather than have you think and feel what you believe I want you to. And yes, your desire is a little sharp, but it’s bearable, because it’s honest, and respects me and my own pace. Now then… there are others to admire…

It was true. I sent back warm thoughts, and checked out the others. Yu-mi in blue, her hair styled into artful, cascading curls under her small hat, Yukiko, simply magnificent in Imperial ochre, as she was one of the most important guests, considering what was to come. I then blinked, as for a moment I was confused, only to let out a surprised “Michiru?”

“That hurts my feelings a little, Akio-sama.” Michiru pouted, her cheeks flushed, though her eyes were moist and her breathing fast, so she was clearly enjoying my stunned reaction. “I believe I have what you might call a good foundation!”

“No kidding. You truly look stunning.” Indeed. Michiru was wearing her hair piled up similar to Shaeula’s, and her face had been made up to emphasise her doll-like inexpressive beauty. Her small, lacy hat was in a subtle dark pink, while her pink gown was somehow not childish, but mature. Dark high heels poked out from the ribbon-adorned hem of her ballgown, and it made her quite a bit taller. So much so I’m impressed she can walk so gracefully on them. Must be her ninja training.

“Thank you. But do complement everyone else.” Michiru seemed shockingly mature right now, only to shift and squirm as Miyu’s flat gaze took her in. “Miyu-sama especially, obviously!”

“Yeah, you’re all Goddesses!” I insisted, and Shiro’s eyes flashed crimson a moment as she snorted at that. “Not just all of you…” While all my lovers, such as Kana, who was charming in a vivacious golden gown, with red heels, hat and lace, had been lavished with care by the Queen’s trusted staff, and our clothes had been picked out for us, even our parents and other guests had brought suitable formal attire from Japan, and they’d been tended to so that they looked perfectly at home here in such a royal setting. Mom and mother-in-law Hana were matching their daughters, and even Aliyah, who hadn’t wanted to go out on their mission before seeing the ceremony, once more an oddly womanly reaction from her, was dolled up in white, setting off her rich, dark skin. Her usual hair remained, but the beads were out, and she was wearing a simple, broad-brimmed hat.

She opened her mouth and began to speak with her usual rough manner, before swallowing down a swearword. “I mean… what woman would miss this? I ain’t… I mean, I’m not one for such things, but… It’s once in a lifetime, witnessing this, yeah? Oh, and take a look at this little cutie.” She stepped aside, revealing a hiding Adelheid, who was in a delicate ivory gown, her hair artfully styled into braids with similar ribbons. She muttered some German idiom I didn’t quite get under her breath and turned away, but her reaction was perfect.

Yes, definitely a Tanya.

“Now then…” Ellie’s voice interrupted. “I think it’s about time. Sadly you’ll have to sit through the other guests receiving their Honours, since…” Her face was very red, and I knew why. Yukiko grabbed her hand, comforting her, and Ellie steeled herself. Speaking of Ellie…

She was magnificent in royal blue. It was darker than her usual gowns, but it sparkled with cut crystals, and she wore jewellery which was surely part of the Crown Jewels of Britain. Her usual braid was gone, and she wore her hair with a very elegant style, cascading down her back and shoulders. She wore a tiara instead of a hat, and her brown hair sparkled with glittering lights, surely artfully scattered jewels or crystals. Seeing my approving look, she smiled, and my words also brought her nearly to tears.

“Since it’s scary. But my Ellie’s so brave, that I know you’ll be fine.”

“Yes. Yes I will!” she agreed, squeezing Yukiko’s hand fiercely, making her wince. “Now then… we have… other… high-profile guests, but they shouldn’t bother you until the Banquet. Then I’m afraid you’ll have to talk to some of them. He’s… no, you’ve met the most bothersome one before. And the other… well, you’ll see why grandmother let that wretched idiot from Fox ask his question.”

Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself, and soon Royal Guardsmen arrived to escort us to the Throne Room. It was already occupied, the others to be honoured and their families having arrived before us. Seeing some familiar faces, I frowned. That’s… the President of the United States… and… my eyes widened, as I saw someone I’d never expected. Is that… his Holiness, the Pope? Huh…

Behind me, Yu-mi let out a gasp. I followed her gaze, and saw her father there, and oddly enough, Arisu-san too, looking as coldly beautiful and imperious as ever in crimson. There was a woman I didn’t recognise, who seemed rather tense. She was certainly pretty, and… wait, that’s Yu-mi’s mother? It has to be…

“Take your positions. We’ve… had to expand a bit. Your party is far too large.” Ellie whispered, and indeed, while everyone else was seated, some of us would have to stand. Still, we took our positions, me, my fiancées and their immediate families seated, those like Aliyah and Adelheid standing. As we finally were in position, the Queen entered, followed by the Yeomen of the Guard, her personal bodyguards, and a pair of what I presumed were Gurkhas, though it was somewhat troubling I now assessed them automatically for combat strength and found them wanting. The Lord Chamberlain, in traditional black and gold, followed, and then an orchestra, housed in the next room, began to play the National Anthem of Britain. Everyone stood, and I expanded my vision, seeing mom and her parents swimming with emotion.

As the rousing song came to a close, the military orchestra falling silent, everyone sat again, those who had seats, of course, and the Lord Chamberlain spoke loudly. “All listen to the words of the Queen, Elizabeth, Second of her Name!”

“Thank you.” She spoke loudly, her voice resonant and filling the hall. “Now, we will not keep you waiting long, for we have a crowd, and it is full of distinguished guests.” She waved one hand to emphasise her point, staring down from the magnificent throne. “We also… have a rather small number of Honours to hand out. It stings our conscience just a little, but needs must, when the Devil drives. Rest assured, those members of our good citizenry who were nominated and successful will be attended to at another upcoming ceremony. Perhaps they will find they even enjoy it more.” she snorted, as if to show what she thought of that. “Now then, to begin.”

“Catherine Allison. Receiving the Dame Grand Cross, for services to medicine.”

At the call of the Lord Chamberlain, the band played a short, rousing piece of music, and gentle applause rang around the throne room. A woman in her forties perhaps, with brown hair bunched into a bun, wearing a blue evening gown, stood, and as she went forward a pair of elderly parents, I supposed, seemed elated, the woman mopping at her eyes with a handkerchief. As Catherine Allison bowed her head before the Queen, the monarch spoke, and I felt her eyes were upon me as she did so.

“Catherine, your service to the charitable health sector is an inspiration. Your work at Great Ormond Street, in addition to leading cutting-edge research on cancer treatments, and your own charitable donations, make you a worthy citizen. We salute you.” She then pinned the insignia upon Catherine, whose stern yet handsome face… it’s a bit mean calling a woman handsome, but she’s certainly attractive enough, in a tired way… bowed her head, before speaking.

“It is a great honour, your Majesty. I simply wish I could do more…”

“Well…” The Queen patted her shoulder. “…we think this is a day for granting wishes. We believe the chance to do more will be closer at hand than you think. We will talk more at the banquet.”

“It’s… not usual to be invited to such.” Catherine hesitated, glancing around at the august guests, our group included, even though it was rude to look away from the Queen.

“These are unusual times. And we know some who would be very interested in sharing some… research.” The Queen’s eyelid slid shut in a wink towards me, and I understood. That’s how it is, huh? Though honestly, it’s a good idea. We have our own philanthropist in Japan who owes me a favour, maybe we can start working towards a project back home…

After a little more chatter, the next name was called, a gruff military man, perhaps in his fifties, missing one arm and a leg, using prosthetics. He was to receive an OBE, an Officer of the Order of the British Empire, for his bravery under fire, and for his continuing contributions to military medicine even after his discharge due to his injuries. Then came several nurses gaining MBE’s, and the pattern was obvious to me, and everyone else.

“I know.” Ellie breathed, her voice a barest whisper. “Not just grandmother, Henry’s been busy too. Sorry. I know you’ve got a lot to handle.”

“Don’t worry. I have a few days here to sort things out. I’m glad he’s enthusiastic about your work.” My words were equally quiet. We watched for a bit, and I enjoyed the running commentary in my mind, as we could converse without breaking etiquette.

It seems the Queen is a wily one… Shaeula was enjoying the prank she was pulling on us, as it was blatantly obvious everyone honoured here today was for us to use in Ellie’s Free Hospital. Having so many decorated staff would surely raise its importance. …it does make me wonder, is this all she has planned?

Hyacinth spoke up for once. I do not think so. Her smile is one… I recognise. It is of power and amusement. I do not believe she would do anything bad though. Not to us.

Rulers have to be wily. Rose agreed. Oddly enough, she and Lin were wearing beautiful ballgowns in my thoughts, Lin silver, and Rose in gold, perhaps to feel a part of this. But also are as… human… I suppose you would say, as anyone else. A prank or two is good for the spirit…

Wow, so… I don’t see anyone else over there. Do you think you’re up next, bro?

I imagine I’ll go last, but in that case…

Indeed, the Lord Chamberlain announced the name of Shaeula. “Shaeula Tu Shae Dannan, advance!” he boomed, and with a proud smirk, chest puffed out, back straight, Shaeula strode out there. As the Chamberlain stepped aside, the Queen winked, and her tone changed, as if she was talking to an old friend.

“We meet again, saviour of my dear granddaughter.”

“So we do. But I was not-not alone in aiding her. Besides…” Shaeula’s smile was wicked. “…I do not-not countenance letting a good female perish, nor be claimed by inferior, worthless males. While her attitude was rather-rather awful at first, I am glad we stepped in when we did.”

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“You’re a bold one as always. Now then… we had an awful time deciding.” She addressed the room and thus the nation. “We had considered whether you would need to be a Stranger Lady Companion to the Monarch…” At that, a buzz went around the room, and I knew it was a major shock. “…after all, are you truly a British citizen or not? But we considered it, and… the Fae are from these Isles, and you are the fiancée of Akio over there, who is most certainly British on his mother’s side, so… we dub thee, Shaeula Tu Shae Dannan, to the Most Noble Order Of The Garter, as a Lady Companion. No stranger!”

Shaeula nodded, and proudly took the emblem as the orchestra played. But the Queen was not done. “In addition, we award you, for incredible valour in the face of the enemy, and considering you British, due to your Fae ancestry… the George Cross!” Pinning the silver cross with dark blue ribbon onto Shaeula, the Queen nodded in satisfaction. “For facing a terrible foe for Britain, you have our deepest gratitude. Oh, and please… stay friends with our beloved granddaughter.”

“You have my Oath. She does now-now understand what it is her life is for. And we find her quite-quite charming indeed.” Shaeula idly stroked her Order and Cross. “Now then, I know-know I am but the opening act, so I shall not-not tarry here.” With that, Shaeula stepped back, and the Queen nodded, signalling the Lord Chamberlain to call out the next name.

“Hyacinth. Come forth!”

Hyacinth raised her head, and for once, showing no servility, she strode towards the Queen, settling in front of her. A smile on her face, she waited, and the Queen was never one to disappoint, as she spoke jovially.

“You know, you definitely feel like someone familiar with royalty. We are curious if we are right?”

Hyacinth paused for a moment, before agreeing. “Indeed, yooou are not mistaken, your Majesty. But… those days are over now. Dooone.”

“Are you sure? Done? Is there no hope at all, we wonder?”

Hyacinth’s violet eyes widened as she considered that, before she smiled broadly. “Hooope? Perhaps there is always hope, when Akio and the others are with me. I shall think on yooour words, your Majesty, and reflect.” She then curtsied flawlessly, and the Queen chuckled.

“Then, we dub thee, Hyacinth, to the Most Noble Order Of The Garter, as a Lady Companion. And your valour is also noble. So, the George Cross as well!” Hyacinth was surprised, but received the awards from the Queen with poise. Though her expression faltered as the Queen winked and added a cheeky tease.

“Oh, our daughter-in-law wonders if you chose those colours since it is similar to the dress you borrowed from her? She says you wear it well. Better than before, we would say. You look… alive now, not merely living. So…” the Queen slapped Hyacinth warmly on the shoulder. “…hope springs eternal. We have always believed such.”

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As Hyacinth cackled, rather bemused, before curtsying again and withdrawing to rousing yet sorrowful accompaniment by the band, Shiro was agitated, clearly knowing what was coming. The Lord Chamberlain did not disappoint.

“Himeko Shiratori. Please step forward.”

I was amused seeing the mixture of panic and excitement in her obsidian eyes. She glanced at me, and I mouthed at her it would be fine, before she strode up to the Queen.

“You really are a pretty one. We thought that before. But we don’t believe Eleanor is inferior.” was the Queen’s opening, which caught Shiro off-guard. Her usual confidence, which as always was more bluster than anything else, shattered, and she gaped, confused as to what she should say, only for the Queen to chuckle.

“Oh, do relax, Shiro.” She was casual, which calmed Shiro’s surging tension. “It was a joke. Mostly. We do think our Eleanor is beautiful, both inside and out. But we do confess, you are a tough comparison.”

“Thank you?” Shiro managed. “I’ve always been gorgeous. But yeah, Eleanor’s got her charms. Aki sure thinks so.”

“One would hope so. Considering. Now then…” the Queen cleared her throat. “Special passport or not, you are most definitely not a British citizen, so that proved rather complicated. But your contribution is as worthy as any. So… we dub you, Himeko Shiratori, or rather, Shiro, we suppose… to the Most Noble Order Of The Garter, as a Stranger Lady Companion. We are quite nearly full now. To think so many would be named in one day.” the Queen chuckled. “You are in good company. Princess Mikasa’s grandfather, the Emperor, at least for now, is a Stranger Knight Companion. Feel free to brag to him, when next you see him.” More laughter, and Shiro accepted the honour gravely, though I could tell she was bursting with pride.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Shiro was as informal as ever, and as the Lord Chamberlain raised an eyebrow, the Queen waved it off.

“Relax. We are acquainted. And she’s a dear friend of Eleanor. And not British, though your English is indeed impeccable, my dear.”

“Yeah well, I’ve always been smart. And honestly, hanging around Aki, you pick it up.” It seemed like she was waiting for something, and the Queen nodded knowingly.

“Yes, Aki, as you call him picks a lot of things up. He has excellent taste, we think.”

“That he does.” Shiro agreed proudly, and the Queen chuckled.

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“Oh, to be young again. Though we suppose we certainly feel younger, just knowing Eleanor has good friends such as yourselves. Now then… alas, we cannot award you the George Cross, as unlike the Fae, we cannot make the argument you count as British. Pesky bureaucracy, I know, but traditions are important. Do not be saddened, though, Shiro. We know you worked hard. In fact…” Her smile was wicked. “We also dub Taṇhā, to the Most Noble Order Of The Garter, as a Stranger Lady Companion. To have a Goddess amongst them is quite the shock, let us tell you. But we must be fair.” She winked as Shiro’s eyes and hair flashed crimson as Tan was shocked.

“Oh, and as for medals… well, we had to rather rush through a new decoration. We feel it will be necessary for the future we seek. This stands equal to the Victoria Cross and George Cross, and is given to foreigners who have close ties with Britain and have faced great danger in fighting for the safety of the Crown, country and citizenry. Be proud, young Shiro. You like to be different, no? Well then… we award you the inaugural, but not the last, here today… Eleanor Cross!”

The ribbon on the medal was silver, and the cross itself Ellie’s favourite blue. Oddly enough, my Eyes picked up it was a bluesteel alloy. As the Queen pinned it, she then added a second. “Obviously, we cannot overlook Taṇhā, the second recipient. My, this is quite the occasion.”

“I am above such mortal conceits.” Tan spoke, voice cool and imperious. “Yet… I suppose in a way you could consider me a citizen of this world, at least for now. So I shall accept your goodwill. Though I acted not for you…”

“Yes, yes. We get it.” The Queen had to wave the Lord Chamberlain to stillness again. “Relax. We may be a Queen, but we address a Goddess. Some would say she ranks above us. Though some might struggle theologically…” She smiled at the watching Pope. “…regardless, this is that tsundere thing you Japanese speak of, yes? You just have no wish to admit you are pleased. We get it.” she repeated. “Besides, you did it for Akio, I imagine you would say? Eleanor has it hard…”

“Compared to true power, such awards are meaningless.” Tan added, before pausing. “Yet not unwelcome. None like to be disregarded for their efforts, and I am no exception. I shall take your gift, though I do not move for you, nor this country. Yet it is part of this world Akio, the princess, and those around me, wish to protect. So I shall. It is simply that.” Tan relinquished control, Shiro’s eyes darkening and hair flowing to silver again.

“She’s a bit shy. But she’s grateful. As am I. You know…” Shiro shrugged. “…I even feel a little bad I don’t have parents here to see me in this moment, but… I guess that isn’t true.” She waved at my mom, father and the families of the other girls. My mom was wiping her eyes again, Hana having joined her, and Tsukiko’s and Kana’s mothers were equally tearful. “Be proud of me, yeah? And I’ll go further, together with Aki and everyone else. Eleanor too. Thanks, Queen.” She imitated Hyacinth’s earlier curtsy rather well.

“No. Thank you. It is refreshing to see a God… or a Goddess, we suppose, protecting we lesser folk. A valuable lesson and an inspiration, even if, as head of the Church of England, it does put us in a tough spot too, theologically speaking. Oh well…” Her smile was suddenly secretive and she glanced at Ellie. I’m getting a feeling… “…such problems have a habit of resolving themselves. Now then…”

The Lord Chamberlain nodded. “Grulgor. Step forward.”

This should be good. Though a while back, I’d be so worried it would go wrong, I’d feel sick. Damn, he’s looking sharp…

I wasn’t alone thinking that, as Shaeula’s thoughts were rather rueful. To think the idiot Grulgor has become so… so dashing, I suppose. This truly is a world of wonders. Though do not fear, Akio, nor be jealous. I have eyes only for you!

Hey, I’m not so bad you can’t even look at other guys. I’m not, right? Hey, why the silence…

We’ve heard you badmouthing Tsukuyomi, bro. Though Tsukiko assures us you’ve got over that, so… as your darling sister, I’ll believe you. I’ve got to admit he carries it well, but you’ll blow him out the water during your turn anyway, bro…

There was agreement from everyone else, and I held in a chuckle. Yes, Grulgor looked impeccable today. His usual, overly muscular frame, was deemphasised by a very well-tailored suit and dinner jacket, and his white bowtie made him seem almost dapper. His bald head and yellow eyes also didn’t seem to give him an aggressive air as usual, but as he loomed over the Queen, some of the other guests were still rather nervous of him, but he gave an excellent bow.

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“Grul greets the Queen of this land.”

“We greet you too. Rest easy, we are well aware of your nature. But in times of trouble, we find it rather… reassuring… to know such strong fighters are in our corner. Now, we did agonise over this, then decided it hardly mattered. For you are Akio’s Chosen Hero, are you not? Like Raidre is for Eleanor.”

“Grul thinks the Selkie needs to toughen up, but… he is a passable warrior.” Grulgor rumbled his agreement, and I winced, but fortunately, he moderated his tone.  “No coward he is though. Grulgor respects those who stand. Your granddaughter stood. Through blood, fear and pain. That is true strength!”

“Why yes, we agree. A man can only be brave if he is afraid. A woman, and indeed a Troll, likewise.”

“Grul only fears being weak. No, that is not quite true.” He scratched his bald head. “Grul thinks life is complicated. Grul has much to consider nowadays.”

“Yes, we agree with you there.” the Queen chuckled. “Now then, we dub Grulgor, to the Most Noble Order Of The Garter, as a Knight Companion. And here is your George Cross. You should like that medal, as to us here in Britain, it proves that you have endless courage under enemy action.”

“Grul accepts. If you have foes, Grul will crush them for you. Though…” He suddenly turned to me, an oddly cheeky smile on his chiselled, Saitama-like features. “…Grulgor had best be swift, as Akio will surely get to them fast. He will crush anyone who hurts this land for her.” He winked at Ellie, and that became a guttural chuckle as the Queen kept slapping him playfully on the shoulder.

“Indeed. We think that is how it should be. Oh, do enjoy the banquet later. We hear you have a hearty appetite!”

Grul strode away, the orchestra playing again, and he shot me a cheeky smirk. Damn, his verbal one-punch knockout was very apt. And Ellie’s red as a tomato…

“Now then… this next one is a bit… troubling. Honestly, we would have liked to go further, but the woman in question herself assures us she did not contribute, nor risk herself, as deeply as these others have.” The Queen sighed softly. “But we refused to bend on everything. We are stubborn, you see. And used to getting our way. So…” At her gesture, the Lord Chamberlain called out.

“Miss Na, come forth.”

At his cry, a nervous Chen Na, wrapped in a black gown and hiding most of her face with the lace veil linked to her small hat, bobbed down in front of the Queen.

“We shall not keep you then. The Eleanor Cross for you.” She pinned on the medal and whispered something to Na, who nodded, then scurrying away, before the orchestra even had time to strike up a tune. The Queen then stared directly at me, and I knew it was my turn. The moment was lengthened by the orchestra playing a stirring, military anthem for five minutes, as the Queen took a cup of tea to soothe her throat. As the noise died down, she waved a hand, and the Lord Chamberlain, surprised, backed away.

“We feel we wish to call you ourselves. Eleanor, dear, bring up Akio Moonstone Oshiro, please. We would finally reward the man who did so much for you and Britain, as we did his companions. It is delightful that, even though Akio does not live in Britain, he was born here, and he still sees our land as worth protecting. Our granddaughter too. But then…” the Queen added mirthfully. “…he does have working eyes. Wandering eyes too, but nobody is perfect. Not even Gods, it seems.”

There was laughter, boisterous and amused, though some wry, from where our party was, but around the rest of the room it was nervous. Still, Ellie took my arm, and we strolled over to the Queen, where she curtsied and I bowed. Encouragement was ringing in my head, and I reached into my pocket, where the Christmas gift Ellie had brought me was waiting.

“We rather do enjoy your company, Akio. After all…” I saw the Queen had part of the British Crown Jewels I had enhanced with her. “…you do like doing us favours. We appreciate it. Eleanor does as well, but you know that already. Yet you do also like to cause us trouble. That stunt with Princess Mikasa being declared Empress of Heaven was tricky.” Yukiko was flushing again. “But we do suppose that’s not entirely your fault. Now then…” A twinkle in her eyes showed how amused she was. “…we know Eleanor spoiled the surprise somewhat, but the waiting world does not know. What reward can we give to Akio, the man who led our brave Knight and Lady Companions to save Eleanor, to save many citizens, and to save Britain? Knight Companion is a worthy role, but instead, we have… other ideas.”

Mom, who’d seen the heraldry, was practically fainting, Hana holding her up. My sis was gazing at me with sparkling eyes, her thoughts a tender, proud mess, and Eri was little better. Shaeula was puffing out her chest, Hinata smirking triumphantly, Motoko nodding, Natsumi chuckling… so many were supporting me, so I stood taller, arm-in-arm with Ellie.

“We Knighted David over there earlier. As reckless as his name, he refused to do it in public, which meant we had to do the same for the other candidates, since if he refused they would too. But we have found a dozen good men. Military men. Not Chosen, barring David, but they have his approval, he says. Akio, you do not deserve Knighthood, instead… you should be leading Knights.” She looked down and spoke. “Young Tsurugi, I know you dislike being touched by others, but… for this special moment, can I borrow you?”

Tsurugi transformed into her Tsukumogami form, eliciting shocked gasps from many of the other attendees. She glanced at the Queen, then at me, and slowly nodded. “I read it. You need a sword to dub him, don’t you? Father shouldn’t touch other swords, even like that, so…” She trailed off, as if thinking. “And besides…” she began again. “It’s for mother here, so…”

As the crowd gasped again, confused, Tsurugi transformed, hilt falling into the Queen’s hands.

 “We feel the weight of this. A sword, and also a person. But not a tool.” she insisted, and I nodded, well pleased. “So then… Akio Moostone Oshrio… do please kneel.”

I did so, and she smiled benevolently. Tapping me on one shoulder, then the other, she spoke. “I dub thee Commander of The Order of The Diamond Shield Knights. Praefectus ordinis equitum scuti Adamantine. Dux Windsor!”

At that those who understood, including the invited BBC journalistic team, who were the only ones allowed to broadcast this, though I expected they were mirroring the footage to WTV since we had a partnership, began to exclaim in shock, the Queen raised her voice. “Having a foreign Commander of a Knightly Order would seem strange, yes. Indeed, our sons spoke and urged caution. But we know. We knew. That this day would one day come. For as the Queen of these lands, we had a sacred charge. To protect the Tower, and what lies within, and to protect the knowledge, that the world would change. As indeed it has. And so we must change with it.”

The Queen was an excellent orator, and everyone was hanging on her every word, Ellie using the momentary distraction to grab my hand and squeeze it. I returned the gesture, as she felt cold, nervous, and I trickled a little warming flame element to heat her up, and her eyes widened, even as she smiled gratefully at me.

“Our duty has ended. For these are the times foretold. There is no need to keep it secret, nor pass it down, for if we fail here, if Eleanor, for she was chosen, fails, then Britain falls. A grave responsibility. Her father, her brothers, they weep that she must carry this burden. We weep too. But carry it she must. But not… not alone.” The Queen raised Tsurugi. “Akio, would you bleed for Eleanor?”

“I would.” Understanding, I let Tsurugi slice my palm, leaving her blade red. She was sorrowful, but at my mental explanation understood.

“Would you bleed for Britain?”

“So long as it never turns its back on Ellie and what is right. After all… we have an alliance. You said earlier there are no eternal allies, except for one way. I choose that way.” More blood bloomed, though my wounds Healed instantly.

“Would you bleed for the people?” the Queen asked, and as I moved my hand, Ellie reached out with her free one, pushing mine away and gripping Tsurugi until her hand was scored to the bone.

“He would.” Ellie spoke for me. “But I should bleed first. I… don’t like seeing him hurt.”

“Nor I.” Ellie was regenerating, but my soft touch trickled in aether, accelerating her recovery. I closed her fist, raised it to my mouth and kissed it. “So don’t do that again.”

“I can if you do. I’m a slow thinker, but not a complete idiot.” She pouted, blue eyes sparking with amused irritation.

“My apologies, Tsurugi. Go back to your father now.” The Queen stroked the bloody blade, but when Tsurugi transformed, the blood merely scattered, and I swept it up and disposed of it with flame element.

“Is father a hero now?” Tsurugi asked, and it was Ellie who answered.

“I think he always was. Now then… grandmother…”

“We are not quite finished. Patience, my dear granddaughter. As you can see, Akio is worthy, and his deeds show it. He has done much more than is widely known. So… it is only fitting that he be a Duke. After all, he was born here, and… to marry my Eleanor, such a pedigree is needed.”

At that the hall erupted with stunned murmurs, the loudest yet.

“Silence.” The Lord Chamberlain shouted, and David was smirking at us, his expression annoying. He pounded his hand into his fist, then sketched an octagon in the air with his fingers. Sure, if you want so many bouts, I’ll work out some frustration…

“Yes. They are to be wed. But it is not, contrary to what you might think, a purely political arrangement. After all…” The Queen pointed, to where we were holding hands. “…see that? Our granddaughter, the protector of Britain, sees the Hero as a man. Yes, she is frustrated. Why wouldn’t she be? After all, the audience is full of those he shall marry, but…”

“I can speak for myself, grandmother.” Ellie sighed. “I too loathed such unnatural, seemingly selfish behaviour, but… I grew to understand it, understand them, and him… and most of all… myself. It is fearful, so terribly lonely, doing what I must do. I have friends, companions…” David, and also the others of her team watching, smiled at that, but they knew her heart had been deeply wounded by Sarah, Donovan and the other traitors. “But even so, I have to act, to lead. But… in the darkest of times, Akio and the others came to my aid, even though I had already spat on their kindness. And even now, if I have sorrows, he’s there to wipe away my tears. I… don’t want to be without him. If I have to accept that I’ll never have his whole heart, then I’ll accept it. Even what he can spare… it… it helps me keep going. It will keep me going. Until all of this is over, and Britain is safe and prosperous again.”

“What can I say to that?” I chuckled. “Ellie, I promise you this. Neither you nor Britain will ever have to face such trials alone again. As for my love… it sounds boastful, but love divided isn’t halved. Love is love. And you’ll have all you need to fill your heart.”

“She had better. Else you will answer to us, young man. And to the citizens.” She smirked, as Tsurugi looked on, curious. “After all, to upset the future Queen is courting trouble.”

At that, we froze. Seeing that, she chortled happily. “Oh yes, one final announcement. Her father, her brothers, they have decided to step aside. After all, in normal times, Eleanor would simply marry Akio and be content with royal duties, charitable work and so forth. But Eleanor was chosen. Eleanor is the one who must fight. So soon, we shall abdicate, and join our old friend Akihito in a blissful retirement. Of course, we older and wiser figures shall assist our fledgeling youths as they face this new world. But… it is a time for unity. And what better way than to unify two more loving hearts, and… two countries. It is as we have said. The only truly eternal alliance is family. And before you cite us figures on divorce and marital strife, let us tell you Akio is not like that. Are you?”

“No.” I assured her, before, with a smile, offering Ellie the ring I’d made her she had returned to me in advance earlier, and as I pushed it onto her ring finger, the stones shone with a blue-green hue, like turquoise, or perhaps emerald and sapphire mixed. “Ellie, marry me, and together all of us will be happy, and have each other’s backs.”

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“Yes. I’ll marry you.” she declared. “And…” she paused, looking at her grandmother. “Henry and Richard, I know you talked about it, but… they really both…?”

“Indeed they did. Henry has tasted it himself, you see. And while the fool boy perhaps resents being the spare, as he calls it, he’s a fine brother to you, Eleanor. Richard… had to search his soul, and consider the future of his own son, but in the end… nobody can face this but you, Eleanor.” The Queen insisted. “After all, the Queen is one with the Land, if she prospers, the land prospers. If she suffers, the land shall be barren. And the Grail she holds only reinforces that. You were soft, Eleanor, but we think you have grown hard. But not callused. Your heart is still pure. And we entrust that to this man, as we do our land and our peoples. So yes, Akio can indeed lead Knights, and shall. Duke Winsdor, Prince-Consort to Queen Eleanor, and Emperor-Consort to Empress of Heaven, Mikasa.” She clapped her hands together. “So we shall see, will this New Year’s Honours ever be topped? We would love to live to find out…”

Her words were drowned out by the triumphant chorus from the military band, as the curtain behind the throne fell to reveal two new coats-of arms, one matching what I had in my pocket, the other surely Eleanor’s new Queenly one. As she stared down at the returned ring, face hot, I chuckled, even as everyone in my mind was going crazy, especially my sister. So, with Ellie, Yukiko, Shaeula… yeah, we’ve formed one hell of a combined royal front… but that just means that our enemies will think twice about messing with us. Still…

I knew the Queen was going to announce our engagement here, but she had certainly pranked us good, matching Yukiko’s grandfather, no, exceeding his decree, as Eleanor would be the second British Queen in succession, and would be undisputed, having to share with none but me. And of course I’m not greedy. Ellie will have my support, now… until eternity claims us…