Ash sat alone on the crimson throne, one elbow propped on the armrest, chin resting lazily in his palm.
Six crowns floated before him in a slow, solemn orbit.
In the center spun Velora's ancient crown—azure metal with gems inside of it.
Around it circled five others: a blackened iron crown, a star-iron tiara, a crown of living flame, a circlet of shadow, and a crown of shattered gold that screamed with a thousand dying royal voices every time it turned.
Up until now nothing about Velora had changed much... aside from the capital now being crimson and white. He had yet to merge the lands nor had he even begun to wear the crown. However, now it was time for that to change. He knew from Thalion's explanation when he first arrived... this crown would give him two things.
Loyalty to everyone under his banner.
And.
Power....
