At the second hour of dawn on the morning of the Grand Coronation, the royal dressing chambers were alive with purposeful, quiet activity. Master Armorer Theron and the palace seamstresses entered carrying the ceremonial coronation vestments—masterworks of craftsmanship that had taken sixty artisans three moons to complete. For King Auren, they had woven a majestic imperial mantle of midnight-blue velvet, lined with the shed golden scales of the ancient celestial…
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