Comprising of golden roses and vines, the crown was beautiful. Eltanin took the crown in his hands. Tania lowered herself on her knees and bent her head forward. Eltanin placed the crown on her head and said, "Now you are the Queen of Draka and my heart. Rise, Queen Lusitania."
Lusitania was trembling when he placed the crown on her head. It was such an important moment of her life that goosebumps prickled her skin. A few months back she was just a slave with no family and only dungeons to go back to, but now— now this slave girl had risen to be the queen of the most powerful king in Araniea. The feathers on her wings bristled with tension as she rose to her feet, her head still lowered.
