The sound of drums echoed softly through the grand hall.
Each beat felt like a pulse in Aiah's chest, steady, rhythmic, almost calming.
She took a slow breath as her feet touched the crimson carpet, the rich fabric flowing gently beneath her sandals. Her ceremonial robe, a blend of deep crimson and gold, rested lightly on her shoulders. It was heavier than she expected. Not because of weight. But because of what it meant.
Queen.
The word still felt distant.
She didn't glance behind her, but she could feel their presence. Didi at her back, followed by Mira, Ben, Putol, Nai, and Elder Peter. Broner and Corpuz walked beside them now, the two warriors standing as her sworn protectors.
Aiah's hands stayed by her side, fingers slightly curled. She kept her chin up. Her heart low.
The hall was quiet except for the drums.
