The air in the Grand Hall of the Celestial Palace thrummed with uneasy anticipation, thick as storm clouds before lightning. At dawn,
Not only is Lumain so ready for her taking her position today but she has sent forth for every noble, elder, and courtier in the realm, compelling their presence. Today, the blind princess would rise.
King Ryker arrived first, as commanded. His once-proud stride had become measured and mechanical, his eyes glassy beneath the unbreakable spell his daughter had woven over him.
Dressed in the royal and gold of the Celestial Realm, he stood upon the raised dais and spoke the ancient words of succession for a female heir. His voice rang out steady yet hollow, stripped of its former authority.
