Queen Of The Lumen Cities: A Short Story

The crowd settled as a podium was wheeled out and on the flat just before the grand stairs. Hushed tones and awed murmurs spread as the queen strutted into view, taking her place behind the microphone.
“Queens, kings, Individualities, and Citizens.” She spoke with authority, a modest smile growing on her face. “Welcome.”
The Queen of The Lumen Cities, a rather short, curvy woman who would gladly and proudly tell of her country. She had the complete trust and adoration of her people. Rightfully so. The king before her almost destroyed Lumen by pillaging the country of every entity that was a threat to him.
“Here today, I strengthen the bond between all of our countries. No longer will I allow the bad blood of history to direct our paths.”
King Ivack, what a sickening name, what an apprehensive time to be alive. No one was safe and what could the people do when the
links between other countries were severed. A war broke out.
“Peace is declared, and is now official.” The room ripped with a sudden roar of applause.
The kings and queens clapping, exalted. No more war, no more bloodshed. And a new task at hand. Although peace never stays for too long. The queen said her last words using grand gestures.
"Let the gala begin!" The lady descended down the grand staircase, the crowd dipping into excited babble while talking among themselves. A few press members holding her up with pictures and words to spread to the public, before they were promptly escorted out.
She searched the crowd, shook hands with officials and chatted with many people who found such honor in just being so close to the dearest Lady of Manipulation. Soon after an announcement was made by the Vice. All persons that are not kings nor queens are to say their goodbyes and part ways.
The large ballroom was filled to the brim with a foggy silence. Within it seven queens and two kings. And then with an earsplitting chorus of squeals the seven merged into a group of one. The queens letting out gleeful screams as they collided into a large cluster of hugs and
hysteria.
Two kings slowly drifted to the side of the other, watching almost enthralled at the female pour of emotion. Then Lumen met the eyes of Naven. They ran to each other, embracing. The larger of the two hoisting the other up and they spun around. Four threw themselves at them and they all cackled and cheered.
The King of Neual slowly inched towards the new king of honor. Now that peace was among all people Alex for the first time emerged from his home as a representative of the outer part of The Cities, Kashtan. The Kashtan King stood broadly, and slightly alarmed. He is the first of his country to ever join the rest of the world. Kashtan had been sheltering itself behind an iron wall for decades. But now, bridges are in the process of being build.
“Patrick,” the Neutral king held out a hand to shake to the hand of the only other man in the room, “I’m the king of Neutrality, thus as it states on my sash. You’re lucky, Lumen really pushed for us to wear these silly looking things, so it’d be easier for you to get to know us and all that.” He played with the sash and looked around the room, wrinkling his nose in disgust, truthfully these said sashes were rather ugly in his eyes.
“Is this… normal?”
“Pretty much. All of them all went to school together. Plus none of them have seen each other off a battlefield for maybe a year or two. I’d rather it this way then them all moping around because one of them had to kill the other.”
As the awkward mostly one-sided conversation continues the herd of queens moved towards the kings.
“Alex, I’m so glad you could make it. I knew a few days of festivities would entice you.” He looked shocked and seemed to check around a bit with his eyes. “Hey, no press here. We are all just people, you are allowed to be casual, Hun.”
“Uh… Hi. Queen Able.”
“That’s a start!” She clapped her hands excitedly, “Now! I’ll introduce you to the gang.”