In the underground corridor, Amalia's voice echoing hearing throughout the entire hall, Astrid instinctively took one step forward. The crisp sound of her high heels blended into the morning breeze.
Bathed in sunlight, a cold, petite girl dressed in a pure white ceremonial gown sat upright upon an ornate throne.
Her bright golden hair shimmered under the warm morning light, and her smooth, fair skin glowed with radiation.
She kept her back straight, legs crossed elegantly, one hand resting on the armrest of the throne, the other slowly grasping the imperial scepter, her entire figure seemed transformed into a radiant sun.
Gazing at the red carpet scattered with petals and bathed in light, with everything in sight glowing brilliantly, Astrid stood motionless for a long while, her crimson eyes, half hidden in shadow, softly fixed on the golden-haired, blue-eyed, white-stockinged girl seated upon the throne.
