“I can’t find them”

~Daciana~

The day of Randall’s coronation was finally here, and we were all gathered in the large hall. In the heart of the hall, a massive stage had been erected.

We stood on the stage, Randall and I. Randall was adorned with a brilliant gleam of royal robes. His hair was styled differently this time, it was slicked back, most importantly, because the crown had to fit perfectly.

I, on the other hand, wore a midnight blue dress with a long trail like the night sky itself. My hair fell freely to my shoulders and I held my head up high.

It was an important day for Randall and me, and I anticipated this more than anyone. Family and friends stood close and around the stage, their faces beaming with joy.

The High Monk of the kingdom, robed in white and gold, raised his arms, signaling the crowd to silence.

“We gather here,” he began, his voice ringing out over the gathered masses, “to witness the coronation of Randall, son of Late King Edwin, the rightful heir to the throne of this Ki