Lylie stood before the grand mirror, feeling the weight of the crown settle onto her head. The gold was cool and heavy, a perfect reflection of the responsibility now pressing down on her shoulders.
Her gown, embroidered with delicate threads of silver and blue, shimmered as it cascaded down to the floor, catching the light in all the right ways. The transformation was astounding: from the girl who had scrubbed floors and borne cruelty, to the queen who would now rule with dignity and power.
She will no longer be just Lylie. She was going to become Queen Lylie.
The air was thick with anticipation as the ceremony began. Every eye in the grand hall was fixed on her, watching her every move as she made her way to the grand altar. It was a sea of unfamiliar faces: foreign dignitaries, nobles from across the kingdom, and the proud faces of her mother, the queen, and her husband, King Michael.