The day of the coronation came faster than Yuri could comprehend.
Black banners hung from the spires, fluttering in the gray wind.
The throne room was transformed. Armored guards lined the walls like statues.
Yuri stood before the empty throne, dressed in ceremonial robes that felt far too heavy on his thin shoulders. His trembling hands clenched and unclenched.
The words of the King's decree still echoed in his mind.
A priest stepped forward, carrying the Crown of Bolt Kingdom on a velvet cushion.
It gleamed with gold-traced blue crystal veins, more than the weight Yuri could imagine.
The nobles clustered in the chamber whispered to one another, some with awe, others with barely concealed venom.
"An outsider," one sneered under his breath.
"A boy," another hissed, folding his arms.
"This is madness."
But none spoke aloud, yet.
Cid and Elias stood near the front, both watching their friend with quiet, steady gazes. Cid nodded once when Yuri glanced his way.
