Uprising II

As they rose to prepare, Lirael donned a deep emerald cloak, the fabric adorned with her family's crest, a symbol of her lineage and her claim. She looked regal, every inch a queen, even though the coronation hadn't yet happened. Aiden could feel the shift in her; she was no longer just Lirael, the woman he liked—she was Lirael, the future ruler of a new kingdom.

Aiden fastened his own cloak, more practical but no less commanding. His weapon strapped securely to his side, he felt ready, focused. He met her gaze, a silent promise passing between them.

As they descended into the courtyard, they were met by a mix of loyal guards, advisers, and allies who had sworn themselves to their cause. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation and determination, each face steeling itself for what was to come.