Jensen
The new King and Queen walk side by side through the Trial Glade, cloaked in ceremonial garb that echoes their lineage. Spectral wolves flank them, and fireflies swirl in spirals above their heads like celestial blessings.
At the heart of the glen, the previous King and Queen stand tall, powerful, and radiant with moonlight. Their cloaks ripple with enchantments, and their eyes gleam with pride and a hint of memory.
A sacred fire burns between them, fed by moonroot bark and phoenix ash. Into this flame, the old monarchs cast tokens of their reign—fangs, sigils, and blood-marked scrolls—symbolizing the end of their rule and the beginning of another.
The forest is silent, save for the crackle of the ceremonial fire and the low hum of my great-great-grandparents, William and Lucy,
