Desiree POV
Coronation Day
The morning of my coronation arrived with a strange stillness that settled deep in my chest, the kind that made it impossible to tell whether it was excitement or something far more unsettling. Sunlight filtered gently through the tall windows of my chamber, casting soft golden patterns across the floor, yet instead of warmth, I felt an unfamiliar tension coiling tightly within me, as though the day carried more weight than it should.
I stood before the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me.
The gown I wore was breathtaking, crafted from shimmering silver and white fabric that clung to my body like moonlight itself, every detail designed to reflect power, grace, and authority. My hair fell in soft waves over my shoulders, adorned with delica
