"Glory to House Etherean. Glory to King Rylan Emyr Etherean."
As I walked through the nearly empty halls of the palace, those words echoed in my mind. It had been several days since Rylan's coronation and I hardly saw him. Today, we would meet for the first time since the coronation ceremony. I wrung my hands together, my head lowered as I walked down the hall. It was a precarious time for us all.
Passing through the hall, I stopped. I lifted my head to gaze at the portraits on the walls. Among them was the newly cloaked painting of His Majesty. My eyes burned. Nearly a fortnight had passed since that day, yet his presence haunted these halls. King Caesar would not be forgotten anytime soon. He was a great king. No one could argue otherwise.
Just two days after the previous kin
