After a bit, Myrcella was finally done with her preparations, and everything had already been carefully set in place.
Servants had come and gone, adjustments had been made, details checked and rechecked, and now there was nothing left to fix or prepare. The atmosphere carried that quiet tension that always came right before something important, like the whole castle was holding its breath.
At this point, the only thing left to do was wait for the official coronation.
I walked alongside Veronica through the hallway, our footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors as we made our way toward the throne room, the place where the crown would soon be placed upon Myrcella's head. That was where everything would happen, where the moment would be sealed in front of everyone who mattered.
There were going to be a lot of people attending.
