The Coronation

The grand hall of the Eldoria palace had never felt so alive. The torches lining the stone walls flickered with a bright intensity, casting a warm, golden glow over the faces of those gathered. From the nobles in their ornate finery to the common folk who had been allowed entry to witness this historic day, the air buzzed with excitement, anticipation, and—above all—curiosity. It was the coronation day of Eldric Valen, the prince who was once thought of as weak, arrogant, and unworthy.

I stood in the center of the hall, feeling the weight of the moment settle on my shoulders. The crown of Eldoria rested on a cushion atop the high dais, gleaming in the soft light. It symbolized more than just power—it was the legacy of the kingdom, passed down through generations. Today, it would be mine.