Azaria 'Ziya' Point of View
The grand hall was a spectacle of opulence, its towering columns adorned with intricate carvings and chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow over the gathered crowd. The air buzzed with anticipation as the kingdom's subjects waited for the grand moment to unfold. I stood at the entrance, my presence commanding and regal as I prepared to take my place as queen.
My gown, chosen by Caspian, was a stunning creation that embodied elegance and power. The fabric was a deep, lustrous black that shimmered under the chandelier lights, like the night sky filled with stars. The gown was a masterpiece, adorned with delicate lace appliqués that cascaded down the bodice and skirt, forming intricate floral patterns. Each stitch had been meticulously placed, creating a breathtaking design that hugged my figure, accentuating my curves before flaring out into a voluminous skirt that trailed behind me, creating a dramatic and elegant silhouette.
