As I reached Liam’s side, an elder from the council stepped forward, his presence commanding respect. He was dressed in a ceremonial robe, symbolizing wisdom and tradition, and carried an ancient scroll that detailed the rites of coronation.
The grand hall fell silent as the elder raised his hand, signaling the start of the ceremony.
“Today, we gather to witness the coronation of our Queen, chosen by the King himself,” his voice echoed through the hall. “A queen is not merely a title but a responsibility, a guiding light alongside our King, standing strong for the future of our kingdom.”
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words, but as Liam’s warm hand slipped into mine, I felt grounded.
The elder turned to me, holding a beautifully crafted crown—delicate yet regal, adorned wi
