The first light of dawn bathed the Royal Palace in silver.
For the first time in many months, the gates stood open.
Royal guards were already stationed along the palace grounds, checking arriving guests against the final invitation lists while palace staff moved through the corridors with last-minute preparations. Banners bearing the royal emblem hung from the walls, fresh flowers had been placed along the entrance hall, and the throne hall had been prepared for the ceremony.
Inside their chamber, Emma stood before the mirror while two palace attendants carefully adjusted the final details of her ceremonial gown.
"Is everything ready?" she asked, looking at her reflection.
One of the attendants smoothed the fabric near her shoulder. "Yes, My Queen Luna. The gown is secure, and your crown will be brought to you before you leave for the ceremony."
Emma nodded and glanced toward the clock.
"How much time do we have?"
