Azaria 'Ziya' Point of View
The days passed quickly, filled with preparations and training, and the castle buzzed with a sense of anticipation and urgency. It was as if everyone could feel the weight and the importance of the planning the coronation that lay ahead.
I was in the middle of reviewing some documents when Gamma Josiah burst into the room, his usually calm demeanor replaced with one of urgency. "Queen Luna, the King needs you in the throne room immediately! There's an issue that needs your attention."
I followed him to the throne room, my mind racing with possibilities. When we arrived, Khali was pacing back and forth, her brow furrowed with worry. In her hand, she held a matte black invitation with gold trimming and lettering, the sight of which made my stomach twist with unease.
She stopped pacing as soon as she noticed me, walking up to hand over the invitation. "It's from the Grand Alliance," she explained, her voice tense.
