The great throne room shimmered with golden candlelight, and music swelled through the high-arched ceilings. On the twin thrones, draped in royal silk and gold trim, sat the newly appointed Emperor and the newly crowned King—once brothers, now rulers.
The Emperor stood proudly, facing the two young men kneeling before him.
"After me," the Emperor declared, his voice firm and regal, "one shall rise as Emperor, and the other as King."
The two princes looked up at him, silent but determined.
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The Coronation Ball
Coronation Ball, nobles and royals filled the grand ballroom. Gowns rustled, jewels sparkled, and polite laughter echoed against the marble floors.
The Emperor leaned toward the King and asked playfully, "Hey, King. Where are my children?"
The King scowled slightly, adjusting his collar. "How should I know? I'm a king now—I'm not here to babysit nieces and nephews anymore. I have my children. Let them all play together, I'm not getting involved."
