The coronation

The carriage stops right in front of the Temple. While walking down, holding the King's hand as support, a sudden pain hits me on the hip.

Damn it, it's horrible!

I moan, but I can't stop the ceremony because something is stinging under the dress. Likely, someone forgot a needle. I'll bear with it for a while. Also, if I don't move too much, it'll quiet down. Hopefully.

I thought the incident with the blood was the end of the tampering with clothes. And here I am, suffering because of something small but bothersome under the gowns.

I look at the belt, and a suspicion forms in my mind. What if... Oh, it would be a chance in a thousand... Yet...

«A moment,» I whisper so that only Ignis can hear me.

He stops the walk and observes how I move the belt. I can't take it off. What if there is some hidden symbolism in this too?

But I can arrange the needle far from my skin.