Seraphina presented the crown to Lord Septimus, and Septimus pretended to be shocked the moment he saw it.
"This is the wrong crown. The real crown is the one blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. It has the names of all the houses that make up the realm, with House Obsidian in front," Lord Septimus said, raising his voice as the people began to murmur again.
Elara's eyes widened as she looked around in shock.
"Why didn't you get the real crown? It should be in the throne room," Lord Septimus asked, pretending to be concerned as the whispers among the crowd grew louder.
Elara immediately walked toward him and grabbed his hands.
"Shut up, you fool. The crown is missing and this coronation must happen today, so we will use this crown. Who gives a fuck about some missing crown when Enzo is dead?" Elara spat, her eyes turning molten with anger.
"Continue. Crown Vealor and be done with it," she said slowly, her patience running thin.
