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Chapter 15 - Crown of Light

The coronation day arrived with the brilliance of a midsummer dawn. The great hall was flooded with golden sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows, casting vibrant hues across the sea of cheering lords, ladies, and common citizens who had been invited to fill the outer courtyards.

Eloin stood before the high altar, wearing a gown of woven white silk and gold thread that mirrored the ancient magic humming within her veins.

King Kalin stood before her, holding the magnificent crown of Ashenmore—wrought from platinum and embedded with deep green emeralds and fiery diamonds.

The high priest intoned the ancient blessings, the sacred words echoing through the cavernous hall. Then, Kalin stepped forward, lifting the heavy crown with both hands and lowering it gently onto Eloin’s dark braids.

As the metal settled upon her head, a brilliant wave of golden light rippled outward from the crown, washing over the entire hall, symbolizing the complete unification of crown, magic, and true love.

The crowd erupted into deafening cheers, banners waved from the ramparts, and the trumpets sounded a triumphant anthem that echoed across the entire continent.

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Eloin turned, looking out over the sea of cheering faces, then down at Kalin, whose dark eyes shone with absolute devotion. She was no longer the invisible servant scrubbing Lord Vain’s floors. She was the queen of Ashenmore, a protector of the realm, and the cherished mate of a once-lonely king.

Together, hand in hand, they stepped forward into a future forged in fire, bound by magic, and crowned in everlasting peace.

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