It was early morning in the Federation, yet the main square was already filled to the brim. Today was a glorious day, once again, the Federation would witness the coronation of its king.
Three days had passed since the great battle ended, but rumors and discussions still filled every corner.
As the first ray of light touched the Federation, the coronation officially began.
A thunderous beat echoed as people danced and cheered in celebration. Amid the joy, the royal siblings walked out in a single line, each impeccably dressed, exuding nobility, class, and undeniable royal presence.
At the top of the elevated platform stood the Kingmaker, dressed in long ceremonial robes. Beside him were attendants, one holding the crown carefully upon a pillow of soft fabric.
