Royal Chapel – Morning of the Celebration
The great bells of the royal cathedral tolled solemnly, their deep chimes echoing across the capital. Within the chapel's sacred walls, incense wafted upward, mingling with the murmurs of hymns and prayers. The stained-glass windows bathed the room in golden light as nobles gathered in ceremonial robes.
The royal family sat at the front, dressed in stately finery. King Edward was solemn in his embroidered robe, holding the infant prince in his arms. Beside him stood Dorothy, dressed in soft silks with her head bowed modestly.
Queen Anastasia, standing apart and radiant in deep violet and silver, who drew the most eyes. She was calm, composed, and unreadable.
The Archbishop finished the final rites, raising the golden chalice. "May peace reign in our kingdom, and may the royal bloodline be blessed," he intoned.
"Amen" the congregation answer.
As the congregation began to kneel for communion, Queen Anastasia remained standing.
