The coronation began with a feast, and then entertainment. Although Thayet was receiving the crown, she was still not happy. Her husband had fled the country, without any whereabouts. Now she must look for another husband, for an unmarried Queen on the throne was not right. She looked into the crowd, her knights all smiling, tipping their glasses of ale to her, then chatting away. Some warriors from Spain were there as well, but there leader was not. She figured he to, was not happy about the new crowing. Thayet wondered if it were even right for her to be on the throne. Francesco and Alejandro, her best knights, stood beside her. Their gleaming swords rested on their right boot toe, as they stood proud.

“My lord Alejandro, is it not right for me to receive this crown?” Thayet asked him, motioning a maid to come to her. “Your Majesty, the heavens have been blessed with the crown atop your head, why it is already upon your head, no other lady would it suit more but your majesty” Alejandro said. The maid lady poured her some more wine and bowed to her and scurried off. “I agree with Alejandro your majesty, you suit thy crown and thy throne as well or if even better than your husband did, of course, I vow my sword to your protection for as long as I live” Francesco said. Thayet smiled, “My lords, your to kind, I feel as I lean to much on your words.” “Fear not my Queen, for our words are their to lean on, in case you may need” Frencesco said. Alejandro shifted his weight on his left foot and rested his sword on his side. She glanced around the room for Rodrigo, but he was no where to be found.

A tall lord with a muscular figure stood abroad Thayet. Magnus was his name. Magnus had vowed his life to her, and his sword. Thayet quickly took a liking to him, he was her top champion. Magnus hadn’t replaced the thoughts of her once husband, but he eased the pain. “Your majesty, do you wish to dance?” Magnus asked her, offering her a hand to stand up. “Of course my lord, I need to dance I suppose” Thayet said, taking his hand and standing. The royal court’s band struck up a medium paced song she had never heard before. “Follow me my queen, this dance is faster, keep up!” Magnus winked at her and lead her around the floor. Thayet felt like she floated over the floor, never touching it. Magnus held his head proudly, often looking down at her with his shining eyes. At the end of their dance, the spectators clapped wildly and whooped and hollered.

That night, Thayet rested in the lounging room along with two of her ladies, and Magnus. Magnus sat and twisted a ring on his finger, ever so often flipping a page in the book that sat on his lap. Shnappie, Thayet’s countess, sat to Thayet’s right, thumbing her hair and also reading. “My Queen, is there anything I may do for you?” Magnus asked, replacing the book on its shelf. “Oh heavens, there is nothing anyone could do for me now, I’ve been through to much in these past few weeks, I wished it would all just float away, all of my problems, be damned they never will, but, god gives me what I ask for.” Magnus bowed to her, “God himself has been through these problems such as you have, so I’m sure he understands the troubles, but of course, you always have your loyal ones to lean on.” Thayet stood, “thank you Magnus, I think I’ll head off to my chambers for the night, I’m exhausted.”