The golden morning light spilled through the towering windows of Queen Rosalyn's palace, bathing the grand hall in a warm glow.
Outside, the sound of drums and trumpets echoed through the palace grounds as King Edmund arrived, his entrance more magnificent than ever before.
A thousand roses were carried in by his attendants, their deep red petals forming a trail as if the very palace itself was bleeding beauty.
Behind them, servants bore a thousand gilded boxes filled with treasures; gold, sapphires, rubies, emeralds. Each chest overflowing with wealth that could buy a kingdom.
Lastly, a thousand rolls of the finest fabrics; silks spun with golden threads, velvets deep as midnight, all fit for the queen who now stood at the center of it all.
Queen Rosalyn sat upon her throne of ivory and gold, adorned in a flowing gown of deep crimson, her crown of a thousand diamonds catching the sunlight, sending shimmering reflections across the hall.