The morning of the ceremony arrived crisp and clear, with a chill in the air. The capital had undergone a stunning transformation. Bright banners fluttered from every window, their silken fabrics shimmering in gold, silver, and the deep, regal blues of the Empire's colors.
The streets below were spotless, free of any debris or litter. Soldiers in gleaming, polished armor stood sentry along the main thoroughfares, their swords and shields gleaming in the sunlight, held at strict attention. Everywhere, amidst the official emblems and banners, the colors black and gold were prominently displayed, signature hues of the Kane Family.
Florence was the first to notice from her vantage point on the balcony of the grand manor. She stood with a delicate cup of steaming tea cradled in her hands, her hair worn loose and flowing around her shoulders, catching the morning light. She watched the city stir and awaken below.
