There was a lot of tension in the vast hall that was almost too much to handle. The polished marble columns were like silent guards, their surfaces shining in the light of a thousand flickering candles. The detailed murals on the walls, which showed the Kingdom's previous glories, appeared to loom above Sienna as she stood at the bottom of the dais. Everyone in the room was looking at her, and she could feel the weight of their eyes on her chest. The whispers of the Council and the rustle of regal robes made her heart race. The time had come.
She had been getting ready for this day her whole life, but nothing could have prepared her for how it felt to be here, at the edge of her destiny. The high priest held the hefty crown in his hands. Its icy, shiny surface reflected the candlelight as
