"make way for His Majesty, King George of Nexie, and Her Grace, Queen Mary! Long live the King and Queen!"
A hush fell as King George entered, his presence commanding, his deep crimson cloak flowing behind him. His golden crown caught the candlelight, casting a soft glow upon his sharp features. At his side, Queen Mary moved with effortless grace, her sapphire gown trailing behind her, its jeweled embroidery glinting like stars against the midnight sky. A delicate tiara rested atop her chestnut curls, its gems catching the flickering light.
Behind them, knights in polished armor marched in measured steps, their tabards bearing the royal crest, the silver lion of Nexie. Their hands rested lightly on the pommels of their swords, a silent yet unmistakable sign of their king's authority.
As the royal couple ascended the dais, the assembled nobility bowed and curtsied in unison.
"Long live the King!"
