Was it a dream? Acheron thought as she saw a prosperous Voltaris Kingdom, she was twenty now, her father past his prime and her mother on his side also old but healthy.
It was her coronation ceremony, something she had always wanted to have. Her parents seemed so happy, it almost felt unreal. Maybe it was but even if it was she didn't want it to end.
She walked towards the platform and went up the stairs, where her parents stood alongside other kingdom officials.
Behind them was the throne of her father, now embedded with more jewels for her, in her father's hands was a crown, the same crown he wore, his father wore and his father also wore.
It was a surreal moment, her father walked towards her and extended his hand and grabbed her hand as he brought her to where she was supposed to stand.
She wore a black dress, adorned with red flowers and her hair tied with jewels of the rarest quality.
