[Third Person].
Two days before the coronation, the Oatrun estate felt strangely lighter.
By noon, the royal convoy had already entered the Stormveil Palace grounds. The palace stood tall and imposing against the sky—white stone walls, towering arches, and banners already bearing Draven's crest hanging from the high balconies in preparation for the ceremony.
Meredith stepped out of the vehicle beside Draven and took in the sight quietly. This would soon be home.
Servants immediately began unloading trunks, garment chests, ceremonial boxes, and documents. Their personal guards formed a perimeter while palace staff bowed deeply as the soon-to-be King and Queen entered through the grand doors.
The palace interior was vast—polished marble floors, tall stained-glass windows, and long corridors that seemed to stretch endlessly.
