Chapter 10 - The Coronation
A month later, the kingdom was bathed in sunlight and celebration.
The treason of House Sterling had been purged, and the High Council, terrified by Sophia’s brilliant political maneuvering, had unanimously voted to grant her a royal pardon for her bloodline.
In the quiet privacy of the royal chambers, Alexander stood before Sophia, adjusting the heavy gold clasps of her ceremonial robe. He looked at her, his eyes filled with profound reverence.
“Are you ready?” he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
“To face the world?” Sophia smiled softly, placing her hand over his heart. “I faced my own family and survived. The world is easy.”
Alexander smiled, leaning down to press a deep, passionate kiss against her lips. It was a promise of eternity, a vow that they would never face the darkness alone again.
Together, they walked down the grand corridor. The heavy balcony doors swung open, revealing a deafening roar from the millions of citizens gathered in the plaza below. The sky was filled with golden confetti and ringing bells.
The Archbishop stepped forward, holding a magnificent crown of platinum and diamonds. As Sophia bowed her head, the heavy crown was placed upon her brow.
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She was no longer the discarded daughter. She was no longer the unwanted bride.
She stood beside her King, looking out over her massive, untouchable empire. Sophia Laurent was dead. The Queen had arrived.
