"All hail, Queen Elena Thornhart!"
Everyone knelt on one knee, their faces cast to the ground as Elena descended the flight of stairs to meet with the parallel ground. She walked with grace, her head poised high and eyes set on the throne.
Her shoes , the only sound in the hall, clicked on the marble floor as she passed a stupefied Lord Atticus. His mouth was wide agape like one who had seen an apparition.
Only when she sat on the throne did everyone else stand to take a look at her. It was not everyday someone recently announced dead walked into a throne hall and announced themselves queen!
"How...?" Lord Atticus asked, rising to his feet. "This can't be," he whispered in disbelief, his eyes looking at Elena up and down. She was there, in the flesh!
