~Ioana~
“As our ancestors have said, a kingdom cannot be called a kingdom without having rulers above it. Great citizens of New Moon Kingdom, under the gaze of the most kind, Selenara, we have gathered to witness the coronation of our own prince, Alessandro Dragos—”
“Bianchi,” a voice cut in. Gasps rang out from the crowd.
As if ignorant of the reaction his words had caused, he repeated again, “I am Alessandro Bianchi—not Dragos.”
The elder in charge exchanged a puzzled glance with Elder Ysara, who gave a curt nod.
Clearing his throat, he swiftly switched his words, “Our own prince, Alessandro Bianchi,” pronouncing Bianchi awkwardly. Despite the elder trying to show that he wasn't bothered, it still showed clearly. He cleared his throat, moving on, “and his mate, Ioana… Blackmoon, now
