Chapter 16 - Return to the Capital
Three weeks later, the grand gates of Whitmore Palace swung open to welcome back the true rulers of the kingdom.
The capital had transformed entirely. The fear and panic that had gripped the nobles during the coronation were gone, replaced by a cautious, hopeful optimism. Banners of deep sapphire and gold hung from every balcony, and ordinary citizens crowded the streets, cheering as Julian and Mara rode side by side through the central plaza.
Mara no longer wore the coarse, mended ash-gray dress of a scullery maid. She wore a tailored velvet riding habit of deep blue, adorned with subtle silver embroidery. Beside her, Julian rode tall and proud, his crown resting easily upon his head—not as an instrument of tyranny, but as a symbol of unity.
Standing on the palace steps to greet them was High Priest Vaelin, leaning on his gnarled staff, and a reformed council of governors who had wisely chosen loyalty over conspiracy.
As Julian and Mara dismounted, Vaelin bowed deeply. “Welcome home, Your Majesties. The realm is at peace.”
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“Not your majesties yet, Vaelin,” Julian said with a warm grin, extending a hand to help Mara up the stone steps. “First, we have a wedding to plan.”
The crowd erupted in cheers that echoed off the palace walls, drowning out the last lingering ghosts of the past.
