Evangeline woke up the next morning tangled in sheets, Sereia's heavy leg draped across her stomach as though they had been wrestling in her sleep.
The blaring sound of horns jerked her further awake and the distand sounds of cheers followed… a celebration was happening.
Candor's coronation… these people must have hated the previous vampire King.
With a groan, she shoved Sereia's leg off her and sat up on the bed, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Get up," she muttered, standing and heading to the balcony.
Sereia grumbled something incoherent and her head was still buried in the pillow.
Evangeline pushed open the balcony doors and squinted against the sharp glare of the morning sun.
Down below, the palace courtyard was filled with energy. Tone of people were gathered and there was every indication that the ceremony was already in full swing.