The air in the Bloodburn Kingdom was electric, charged with an excitement that rippled through the streets and alleys, reaching every nook and cranny.
Today was a day for the history records - the coronation of Asher Drake as king, an alien with unknown origins who had defied the norms and expectations of their society.
Whispers and chatter filled the air as throngs of people from all walks of life gathered outside the imposing gates of Demonstone Castle.
Their eyes were fixed on the grand entrance, eagerly awaiting a glimpse of the nobility, the ministers, and the esteemed elders making their way inside for the momentous event.
"It's truly a day to be remembered," a merchant said to his neighbor, his eyes shining with anticipation, "Never thought I'd live to see a consort rise to be king! Our queen's love for him has no bounds, hoho."
