The King's Last Rites
Monarch sighed in relief, the duel with Crimson 1 weighing heavily as he took large lungfuls of air. He flexed his fingers, the blood circulating into his body as it calmed down from the high G turn. He stared into the orange skies then the city below. A lone plane flew where two duelled. In the skies, a king was coronated amongst a burning city. Rightfully taking its throne in the shattered skies.Project Wingman Short StoryI do not own Project Wingman and this is a fanfic so you know…