After the demise of Lucien and Kenric, the oppressive shadow that had cast a pall over Eternium began to lift. Many of Lucien's so-called followers, mere puppets under his manipulative control, were horrified by the atrocities they had committed. Their hearts, once filled with darkness, yearned for redemption. They sought forgiveness from the former queen, their voices filled with remorse and regret.
The guard's voice interrupted my reverie. "Lady Ember, it's almost time to address the people," he announced, his voice echoing through the room.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. The anticipation was building, a nervous energy that threatened to consume me. I hated public speaking. It always had. I'd rather face Lucien in battle than stand before a crowd.