KING ZATAN VLADERION.
A MONTH HAD PASSED...
“Hail to King Zatan Vladerion!”
“Hail to Queen Tiara Roseharts!”
Their voices echoed throughout the grandest hall of the castle, filled with respect and loyalty.
It rang in my ears like a storm of honor, the sound of hundreds paying tribute. Ministers, royal advisors, commanders, and servants, all gathered before us. Every single one of them was on their knees, their heads bowed low as they gave us their unwavering allegiance.
I sat at the highest point of the hall beside Tiara, my Queen, my wife.... on the twin thrones now rightfully ours. The weight of the crown upon my head was unfamiliar. It wasn’t just a crown, it was the symbol of our rule, power, and the new era we were stepping into.
She wore her crown with quiet grace. Just like
