In the throne room, Jett waited near the entrance door, waiting for Bella. He kept adjusting his collar nervously, worried he would somehow mess this up.
Cora entered and nodded to Jett and took her spot near the front of the room. On the throne platform, was the king, royal guards, and members of parliament. All in traditional garments.
"MAKE WAY FOR HER HIGHNESS, ARABELLA! ESCORTED BY MASTER JETT FLYNN OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!" A man yelled next to Jett as the trumpeters blew their horns.
The door opened, and Bella stepped in. Everyone gasped at how beautiful she looked, but also at the black dress. It was a beautiful but obvious statement of some sort. Her head raised and a chest full of pride, she stepped into the room. This was her coronation day. A day of change.
