Chapter Twenty.
The rare sunlight that shone through the arched windows of the throne room, seemed to create a hallo around Eliza as she walked down the long aisle toward the King. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead, as she desperately attempted not to notice his bulging arm muscles under his armour, or how the light seemed to catch his eyes, making the cool grey glisten. Her heart picked up a notch the closer she came to the platform. Not from fear, but because of how stunning the king looked in that moment.
“She is blessed. Look at the sun, it is surrounding her,” some of the witnesses muttered under their breaths.
“She is wearing a royal dress. Is she a princess?” Other’s questioned, furrows on their brows.
Those who didn’t have faith in the young king’s rule, grumbled abou
