The camp buzzed with a mix of excitement and tension as the royal messenger's voice faded, leaving the crowd to grapple with the announcement.
Viana stood at the center of the gathering, her heart pounding as all eyes turned to her. The weight of the title, Queen of the Royal Hunting Event, settled over her like a heavy cloack. She hadn't anticipated winning, let alone becoming the focal point of such controversy.
The royal messnger raised his hand, signaling for silence. "The coronation ceremony for Princess Viana will now commence," he declared, his voice cutting through the murmurs.
A small platform had been hastily prepared near the main tent, adorned with crimson banners and a single ornate chair carved with intricate hunting motifs. Viana's breath caught as she was guided forward by two guards, their armor clinking softly.
