Azlynn’s P.O.V.

The day of the crowning ceremony included a series of events, giving me a headache with a tough schedule. Firstly, Xavion had arranged a banquet for my formal introduction, inviting all the court officials and the noble men across the kingdom. I was looking forward to meeting some reasonable people in the crowd. However, the feast was nothing like I imagined.

I had expected a speck of warmth, applause, or a welcoming smile from any member of a high council. But instead, I found myself seated among the stiffed-back advisors with colder eyes than the marble floors they presided over.

They picked at their meals with precision, asked...