The applause inside the church had not yet dissipated, but Victoria was already slowly rising.
When she first stood up, there were traces of nervousness on her face, but after a few steps, her expression returned to normal.
She did not look up at the altar nor did she signal behind her. Instead, with an unusual calm, she walked straight towards the podium.
She did not stand behind the podium, the place where priests and politicians often stood, but in front of it, choosing a position neither a priest nor a person of power would stand.
Under the shadow of the cross, she looked around.
The police officers stood straight with their backs, their faces solemn, showing no emotional fluctuations. Yet from the eager eyes of these strong men, it was clear—they had high hopes for the future Queen of Britain.
The murmurs among the citizens gradually quieted, and everyone fixed their gaze on the Princess, whose name frequently appeared in newspaper headlines.
