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"She's perfect."
Tony looked up from where he sat in the nursery's rocking chair, their three-week-old daughter cradled against his chest. Steve was leaning in the doorway, watching them with that soft expression he got whenever he looked at his family.
"She is," Tony agreed, running a gentle finger down their daughter's tiny nose. "Even when she's screaming at three in the morning." Steve crossed the room and settled on the floor beside the chair, his hand coming to rest on Tony's knee. Through the bond, Tony could feel his alpha's contentment, warm and steady.
"Are you nervous?" Steve asked quietly. "About today?"
Today. The coronation.
Tony had been king in all but name for months now—ever since their daughter had been born and Tony had recovered enough to resume his duties. But the formal coronation had been delayed until he was fully healed, until they'd settled into their new life as parents, until everything was ready.
Until today.
"A little," Tony admitted. "It's a big day.”
"You'll be amazing," Steve said, and through the bond Tony felt his absolute certainty. "You've been preparing for this your whole life."
"I wasn't preparing for this," Tony said, gesturing to their daughter, to Steve, to the bond mark on his throat that everyone would see today. "I was preparing to be a king. Not a bonded omega king with a mate and a child."
"Is it different?" Steve asked with genuine curiosity.
Tony thought about it. "Better," he said finally. "Harder, but better. I'm not doing it alone."
Their daughter—Sarah, they'd named her, after Steve's mother—made a small sound and shifted against Tony's chest. She'd inherited Tony's dark hair and Steve's blue eyes, and she had both of them completely wrapped around her tiny fingers.
"We should start getting ready," Steve said reluctantly. "Her Majesty will send someone if we're late."
"Five more minutes," Tony said, looking down at Sarah. "I want to remember this. Before everything changes."
"Everything already changed," Steve said with a gentle chuckle. "The coronation is just making it official."
"I know." Tony touched the bond mark on his throat—visible, permanent, proof that he'd chosen Steve and Steve had chosen him back. "It's just... this is real now. King Anthony Stark. Bonded omega. Father. It's all real."
"For months," Steve pointed out, standing and pressing a kiss to Tony's temple. "You've just been too busy being terrified to fully appreciate it."
Tony laughed softly. "Fair."
Through the bond, he could feel Steve's amusement, his love, his unwavering support. It still amazed him sometimes, having this connection. Being able to feel exactly what Steve felt, knowing that Steve could feel him in return.
No more doubts. No more wondering if it was real. Just certainty.
"Okay," Tony said, carefully standing with Sarah still cradled against him. "Let's do this. Let's make me a king."
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The preparation chambers were organized chaos.
Pepper was coordinating with the ceremony officials, making sure every detail was perfect. Rhodey was giving Steve grief about his formal armor while simultaneously helping him adjust it. Maria was overseeing everything with the calm authority of someone who'd done this before. And Sarah was being passed around like a very precious, very sleepy package.
"She should sleep through most of it," Bruce commented, checking her over one last time. "I gave Tony something to help with the standing—his body is still recovering from birth—but both of them should be fine for the ceremony."
"And if she cries?" Steve asked, accepting his daughter from the healer and cradling her with practiced ease.
"Then she cries," Maria said pragmatically. "She's the heir. The court will adjust."
Tony emerged from behind the dressing screen in his coronation robes—deep crimson and gold, the traditional colors of the Stark dynasty, but tailored to accommodate his post-pregnancy body. The omega crown sat on his brow, delicate but unmistakable. "How do I look?" Tony asked, self-conscious under everyone's gaze. He looked every inch a king.
"Perfect," Steve said immediately, and through the bond Tony felt the truth of it. His alpha thought he was beautiful.
"You look like a king," Rhodey said with a grin. "About damn time."
Pepper handed Tony a small vial. "For your throat. In case it gets dry during the speeches." Tony took it gratefully, then held out his arms for Sarah. Steve transferred her carefully, and the baby settled against Tony's chest with a small sigh.
"She likes you better," Steve observed.
"She likes whoever's holding her," Tony corrected, but through the bond he felt Steve's amusement at the lie.
Maria moved to stand in front of them, her omega scent wildly proud and warm, more present than Tony had felt before. "Are you ready, Anthony?"
Tony looked down at his daughter, then at Steve, then at his mother. All of them his family and his future. "Yes," he said. "I'm ready."
The great hall was packed. Every noble in the kingdom had come to witness this coronation. The galleries were full of courtiers and dignitaries. And at the front, closest to the throne, stood the people Tony cared about most—Rhodey, Pepper, his Mother. Bruce sat nearby, and Tony could see James Barnes standing near the dais in a knight’s position of honor. Tony walked down the aisle with Sarah cradled in his arms, Steve at his side. The court whispered, of course. An omega king was unusual enough for their Kingdom. An omega king carrying his infant child during his coronation had never been seen.
Tony didn't care.
He reached the dais where the throne waited—his throne, finally—and turned to face the assembled court. Steve accepted Sarah back into his arms and The Priest stepped forward, not unlike when Tony and Steve had been here for their wedding in what felt like a lifetime ago. "We gather today to crown Anthony Edward Stark as King of this realm,” he called to the masses. “Let all present bear witness." He turned to Tony, and without preamble the ceremony began. It was everything Tony had been preparing for his whole life: the words, the vows, the dedications. Through all of it his daughter remained miraculously silent until the final cheer when the Priest took the ceremonial crown from its cushion and prepared to lay it upon Tony’s brow. The court fell silent. Tony looked down at his daughter in his husband’s arms, who was scrunching up her face in that way that usually meant she was about to start screaming.
Steve immediately began a small calming sound, quietly promising her that she would get all of the attention back soon. The alpha held their daughter with practiced ease, settling her against his shoulder and beginning a gentle swaying motion that usually soothed her. Through the bond, Tony felt Steve's calm, his confidence, his absolute certainty that everything was fine.
Sarah settled almost quickly, making small contented sounds against her father's neck.
The court seemed to collectively exhale in a series of oooh’s and awwws.
The Priest smiled slightly and continued. "I declare this the reign of His Royal Majesty King Anthony Stark. May your reign be long and with great prosperity."
He placed the crown on Tony's head. The weight was immediate and significant, but through the bond, Tony felt Steve's support, steady and unshakeable.
"All hail King Anthony!" the Priest declared.
"All hail King Anthony!" the court echoed.
Tony turned to look at Steve, who was watching him with open pride and devotion, Sarah still cradled against his shoulder.
This was the lead into the moment where Steve would kneel as consort. Would publicly acknowledge Tony as his king. Tony had been dreading it slightly—the optics of an alpha kneeling to his omega were complicated, even now—but through the bond he felt only Steve's eagerness. He wanted to kneel. Wanted to show everyone that he had chosen this and chosen Tony.
The alpha approached carefully passing Sarah to her grandmother as he passed her. Maria moved to stand nearby so that Sarah could still be part of it. Then Steve turned back to Tony and, without hesitation, dropped to one knee and placed his fist against his heart.
The court went absolutely silent.
Steve looked up at Tony, his eyes bright with love and devotion, and spoke clearly enough for everyone to hear: "I, Steven Grant Rogers, alpha and Captain of the Guard, pledge my loyalty to His Majesty King Anthony Stark. Not because I must, but because I choose to. Not out of duty, but out of love which will sustain my loyalty and my oath unto the end of my days.”
It wasn't the traditional oath. The traditional oath was about duty and honor and service.
Tony liked it better. He could feel Steve’s pride, love, devotion, joy - and he knew his own were just as clear to Steve. This was what mattered. They were what mattered, and now they were partners who had finally chosen each other. Through the bond, Tony felt Steve's emotions—pride, love, devotion, joy—and knew his own emotions were just as clear to Steve.
"Rise," Tony said, his voice thick. "Rise, Captain Rogers. Rise... My partner. My mate."
The last two words made several courtiers gasp. Tony had just publicly claimed Steve as his mate in front of the entire court. Had made it clear that Steve wasn't just a consort, wasn't just a knight—he was Tony's mate. Steve stood, heedless of any noise behind them, and the smile on his face was radiant.
"Your Majesty," he said, the formality almost teasing.
"Steven," Tony replied, and through the bond: I love you.
I love you too, Steve's emotions answered.
The court erupted in applause, and the vows of loyalty continued. Tony accepted them with grace and solemnity, but his focus remained on the family he’d built around him. There was no chance that this was what Howard had intended when he’d signed his decree to control and protect his son, but this was all that Tony could have truly wanted from it.