Valerian put on the crown before the healers touched his mother.The metal settled against his head with more weight than it deserved.Elisabeth lay beside the throne where she had fallen, one hand open against the stone. Blood had dried along her palm and wrist. The broken ritual seal remained several rooms away, but the failure of it had followed her here. A healer stepped forward. Valerian raised one hand.“Not yet.”The man stopped. Around them, the court had gone quiet enough that Valerian could hear the scrape of a guard’s boot against the floor.“Your Majesty,” the healer said carefully, “if there is any chance—”“You will examine her when the transfer is witnessed.”The title moved through the room before anyone answered it. To the officers below the dais, he was already Your Majesty rather than prince, heir, or son.“You witnessed Elisabeth Noctis stripp
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