The Coronation eventually came to an end but the hype was still buzzing around in the city. The citizens returned to their houses to continue the party. Taverns on the streets were filled with crowds as many drank to the start of an era.
The golden age.
Whilst the citizens were celebrating, there was one exclusive party that was heavily guarded. As in the centre of the Meeting Hall was a party for the newborn king, who childishly was unaware of how much he was drinking.
"It was terrifying," Fishy said as he drank from his 11th glass of wine. "I've never done anything so scary. Was it ok? Did I do well?"
"A king should hold his head high." Erven, the druid king said, "You were perfectly fine. But never show this side to the public. Their faith in you will be ruined."
"I think it's fine to relax a bit," Ivy said as she sipped away at her apple juice, being too young to drink. "I've seen you and mum get drunk a few times before."
