Let's dance
As the crown was lowered onto Lydia's head, the entire room seemed to hold its breath. The gold circlet gleamed in the candlelight, the jewels catching and reflecting the rays in a cascade of color that danced across the walls.
Lydia's expression was serene, but I knew her well enough to see the flicker of nerves in her eyes. Still, she held her composure, standing tall as the High Priest stepped back and announced in a booming voice, "Long live Queen Lydia!"
The words echoed through the grand hall, bouncing off the marble pillars and causing a ripple of movement through the crowd. Slowly, as if one entity, everyone in the room began to bow nobles, courtiers, even visiting royals from neighboring kingdoms.
The wave of reverence swept through the crowd, heads dipping low in respect to my sister. I stood there for a moment, frozen, watching as Lydia's eyes scanned the room, absorbing the sight of so many people bowing to her.