Death of George VII/Accession of Sebastian Entry 404

Drummond woke Rory and me up at about 3:30 this morning. He said the four words I've dreaded since I learned what they meant.

'Tower Bridge has fallen.'

At 27 years old it begins. How am I to effectively do this with a broken heart.

Papa had a seizure at about 2:30 in the morning. He became unconscious and by 3: he hemorrhaged in his bed. Mummy was with him so I suppose that's something I ought to be happy for.

Five minutes after Drummond woke us, Callum arrived. He explained what the next few hours would look like.

He asked about a name, rather, he confirmed that I would continue and that the BBC would be informed at 5:25. The announcement would be followed by God Save the King.

Then Callum ended my world and I broke. He simply said eight words, the first four did it.

"Long live King Sebastian. God Save the King."

How cruel is this system? To be born for a purpose but only being able to do it by losing your parent.

I'm meant to go around and graciously accept homages when my Papa just died.

Rory had to be brought up to speed but after, he held me and let me fall apart.

Tower bridge has fallen.

I showered and put on full battle armour, my uniform from the Navy, and Rory put on a suit. We went to Buckingham Palace. Lorries were already starting to move us.

I went straight to the Balcony. I stood in the dark, watching the occasional car on the Mall. Now one had any inkling what the news would hold.

Rory got me at 5:25, just as the BBC was being told.

We went to a small sitting room.

The news reported at exactly 5:30.

"King George VII is immediately succeeded by his son, King Sebastian."

We went to see Mummy, Anne, as well as Grandpapa and Grandmummy in the blue drawing room. They all bowed, one at a time. Mummy said it first. I wanted to regurg. She called me "Your Majesty."

My mum called me "Your Majesty."

Anne, Mummy, and Rory and I sat together. I couldn't stop myself from crumbling against Rory.

Callum came in with Dean. Callum told me he was stepping back to let Dean serve as my Private Secretary because of history?

I immediately rejected it. I must keep Callum. I trust Callum.

A breakfast was prepared for me but I couldn't keep anything down. Instead I went to my study. Yesterday's box was still in there. I sat down and looked at that box. It was still stamped but the stamp now means me.

"The King"

Mummy gave me a not from Gran. She'd written it years ago for this day. She told me of how she's always trusted that I will be a good King. She knew. She knew years ago that I'm gay and prayed I would have a partner to support me.

Tomorrow, I've got to go to the St. James Accession Hall and sign the Accession Declaration. Then I've got to travel to Northern Ireland, Wales, Scotland as well as the corners of England for the declarations. The funeral is on the third. I'm not ready. Tower Bridge has fallen.

King George VII is immediately succeeded by his son, King Sebastian.

King Sebastian. I always thought I'd take a regnal name. I couldn't.

Rory's my only hope.

The King

It makes no sense.

I'm not sure how I'm meant to sleep. I've been up for 19 and a half hours. I'm not ready. How can I ever be?

How can I figure out how to be "The King."