Lylie sat tall and poised on her golden throne, the crown a heavy weight upon her head, but one she wore proudly. The gown, resplendent in its shimmering blue and gold, swirled around her like a waterfall of silk as she shifted slightly.
It was a feeling of power, of authority, that she had never imagined—at least, not in her wildest dreams. But here she was, crowned Queen of the kingdom, and she was determined to rule with the strength she knew she possessed.
The hall was alive with murmurs as the royal court slowly settled. The nobles had gathered in full force, filling the space with a sea of glittering gowns, fine suits, and polite but curious smiles.
Everyone had come to witness the crowning of the new queen, the woman who had been a servant girl just months before and now stood at the apex of power.