CROWNED BY BLOOD
They smiled genuinely because they saw their mother standing in truth rather than hiding in power, offering herself to judgment rather than demanding worship, building bridges instead of burning them.
And so, under the rising sun, with representatives of a dozen realms watching with wary hope, I extended my hands empty of weapons, free of the magical rings, marked only by the scars of my journey. No crown weighed my brow. No throne waited for me to claim. Just Luna.
The woman who once cursed the world in her desperate attempt to protect it, and now dared to believe she might help heal what she had broken.
"Let us begin," I said simply, and the gathering responded not with cheers or dramatic