The celebrations in the capital did not end with the coronation.
If anything, they had only just begun.
As night descended upon the Devil Kingdom, thousands of crimson lanterns illuminated the palace grounds, painting the black stone walls in warm shades of red and gold. The sound of laughter drifted from every corner of the capital, while music echoed from the royal palace for the first time in years.
Tonight was meant to be a night of victory.
The return of the royal bloodline.
The end of Aamon's reign.
The beginning of a new era.
And so, after rewarding the soldiers and supporters who had fought for her father's ideals, Lilith found herself standing before the enormous doors of the royal banquet hall.
The old minister beside her smiled warmly.
"Your Majesty, everyone is waiting."
Lilith looked at the golden doors in silence.
Even now, she still found it difficult to accept those words.
Your Majesty.
