Chapter 9 - The New Dawn

The coronation ceremony was unlike any Aethelgard had ever seen. There were no grand displays of exorbitant wealth designed to intimidate the poor, no lines of executioners standing by to silence dissenters.
Instead, the ceremony took place right in the central plaza, beside the Sovereign Obelisk, which now pulsed with a soft, steady, welcoming glow.
Master Tomas stepped forward carrying the heavy golden crown on a velvet cushion. The crowd fell into a respectful, anticipatory hush. Leo knelt before the old blacksmith who had taken him in from the gutter, feeding him when he was starving and teaching him the value of honest work.
Tomas placed the crown gently upon Leo’s dark hair. As the cold metal touched his head, the obelisk behind them flared with a brilliant, harmonious beam of light that stretched up into the clear blue sky, blessing the city below.
The plaza erupted into thunderous cheers, music, and laughter. Banners waved, feasts were laid out across the cobblestones for rich and poor alike, and the doors of the royal granaries were opened to feed every family in need.
Standing on the dais beside the new king, Lyra smiled as she watched the children playing near the fountain. "What is your first decree as king, Your Majesty?" she asked playfully.
Leo looked around at the vibrant, living city, feeling the steady heartbeat of the realm synchronized with his own. "Abolish the quarry taxes, rebuild the lower market schools, and make sure Master Tomas gets all the finest iron he needs."
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Lyra laughed, a bright, genuine sound that rose above the music of the celebration. "A foolishly generous king. The treasury won't last a month."
"Then we'll forge a new one," Leo said, looking toward the horizon where the sun shone brighter than it had in a hundred years.