The grand hall was nothing short of a masterpiece, every inch of it exuding regality and the significance of the occasion. Tall marble pillars stretched up to the vaulted ceiling, where chandeliers hung like constellations made of glass and crystal, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the room.
The rich burgundy of the carpet underfoot contrasted with the white marble, creating a path lined with golden candelabras. Each one flickered with delicate flames, lighting the way towards the raised platform at the front where the throne waited.
The walls were adorned with tapestries of the kingdom's history, interspersed with new portraits of me, painted specifically for this day. It was strange seeing my own likeness captured so grandlyeach one an interpretation of the ruler I was about to become.