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You had just begun getting ready, your ladies-in-waiting were helping you get dressed into your Burgundian gown and helping you put up your hair into your butterfly hennin. Your most trusted lady-in-waiting, Hanna, was putting on the finishing touches of your outfit when your brother, Prince Miklós, barged into your chambered unannounced.
He bowed before you. "Your Highness." He addressed you. "Something urgent has occurred, please come with me."
Hanna fastened the belt on your waist before sending you off. She watched as you and the Prince exited your chambers together.
You and your brother walked side by side for a couple of moments in silence. Then you broke the silence. "What is the urgent news?" You asked.
"The King has passed away." Was all Miklós said. You didn't react at the news. Your father King Matthias Corvius of the House of Hunyadi, had been ill for the last few months, his death was going to fall upon him sooner or later, it was just a matter of time, and you were well prepared for that. But you had no idea how your brother, the heir to the throne, was going to handle the news.
"I see." You said almost bored. "When's your coronation?"
"In a weeks time." Your brother replied. You nodded in response.
"Are you prepared for kingship?" You asked as you both walked into your father's chambers, where he had just passed that very morning.
"In all honestly, I'm quite nervous, but I feel adequately prepared for such a role." The Prince answered. "As long as you feel prepared. But remember to not hesitate if you feel as if you need any help or even more guidance." You advised. "Thank you, it is much appreciated." Your brother replied.
You both began talking to the royal physician about your father's death and talked to his most trusted advisors about the plans for the funeral and Prince Miklós' coronation.
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Not long after your father's death, he was buried.
He was placed in the coffin wearing purple ceremonial attire, symbolizing the King's royal dignity, alongside the royal regalia which included his crown, sceptre, orb, and beloved sword.
You, your brother, and several other trusted individuals all wore black. You heard the cries of his advisors as you watched him get buried into the royal families tomb. Everyone bowing their heads in respect for the now late King.