Malcolm
“Look at you, my son,” My mother says from behind me.
I am standing in front of a mirror, preparing for my coronation. Sofia is also being crowned and is getting ready in another room.
Mom steps in front of me to adjust my tie and sash. There are fresh tears in her violet-hued eyes.
“Why are you crying, Mom?”
She sniffles, “Your father should be here too. He would be so proud to see you take the crown. Cassius wasn’t sure that you ever would,” She says sadly. “I knew you would,” She smiles.
“I wish he was here. I don’t feel ready for this,” I sigh.
She touches my cheek, “Malcolm Alexander Fury, you are ready.”
I am wearing the dark blue suit my father had worn for his coronation.
“It still smells like him,” Mom sniffs the air. She looks around the room that had been he
