Two full moons had passed, and Archi's coronation day was drawing near. Oberon made sure everything was complete, he didn't want his son's coronation to be a failure.
The pack was informed about Archi's coronation day, they prepared for it as well. Everybody was eagerly awaiting his coronation, The King's lost heir.
The big day soon arrived. Everyone was preparing for it. The maids made sure the throne room, where the coronation would be held, was kept properly clean. The guards decorated the hallways, the living room, the palace exteriors too. It was one busy morning.
Archi stood in his room, facing the mirror, his heart thumping really hard. He was wearing a flowing robe, and a girdle around his waist, then a large, red mantle was pinned to his garments.
"Today is finally the day," he swallowed hard, trying to calm his nervous self down.
A knock on the door startled him. He slowly turned in the door's direction, "Come in," he said firmly.
