Victoria’s POV
"Victoria, you look like a true princess," Liam said.
An older woman walked into the room.
"Your grandmother and I worked on this for years. Her wish was for you to use it at your coronation," she said, unfolding the mantle to show the beaded work. The design told a story about Makarius and me. It felt unreal. Tears welled up in my eyes. My hands shook as I reached out to touch the intricate patterns, feeling each bead under my fingers. Seeing her handiwork now, it felt as if she were standing beside me. I could feel the love and history woven into the fabric, a mix of gratitude and longing.
Thank you, I whispered.
"You're welcome. Make us proud," she said as she bowed, then turned and left the room.
"Stop crying," Liam said, fanning my face. "Your eyes are red now."
