DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter Celestoria's Turning Point
Amidst the grandeur of Celestoria’s conference hall, Queen Melisandre’s announcement lingered, hinting at a momentous revelation about to be revealed.
Queen Melisandre gazed upon the assembled council members and citizens of Celestoria, her regal demeanor masking the weight of the decision about to unfold. A somber atmosphere enveloped the grand hall as the anticipation grew.
The two contenders for the throne, Prince Draven and Prince Oberon, stood with unwavering composure, their eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and respect for the momentous occasion. The destiny of Celestoria rested upon their shoulders, and both princes awaited the verdict with bated breath.
“With heavy hearts, my esteemed council members and beloved citizens of Celestoria,” Queen Melisandre began, her voice resonating through the hall, “today marks a moment of great significance in the history of our kingdom.” She paused, the gravity of the situation palpable.
After a moment of contemplative silence, Queen Melisandre continued, “After careful consideration, the council has reached a decision regarding the rightful heirs to the throne.” The eyes of the assembly focused intently on the monarch as she announced, “It is with both sorrow and hope that I announce the contenders for the throne are Prince Draven and Prince Oberon. May the divine guide us in this critical decision.”
As Queen Melisandre stepped back, Lord Theron, the Head of the Council, took a step forward. His commanding presence demanded the attention of the assembly as he addressed the noble citizens of Celestoria. “Noble citizens of Celestoria, let us reflect upon the wisdom and grace that our late King Altair bestowed upon our realm.”
Lord Caelum stepped forward, his voice echoing through the hall like a clarion call. “Beyond our borders, the world of Arantle is descending into chaos. We must choose a sovereign who can shield our kingdom from the impending storms and ensure its safety and prosperity. The times ahead demand a leader of strength and resilience.”
Lord Aric emphasized the importance of bloodlines, his words carrying the weight of tradition. “The blood of King Altair flows through the veins of his heirs, born of his union with Queen Melisandre and Consort Rosenda. We must honor the legitimacy of their claim, considering the lineage that ties them to our late king. The choices we make today will shape the destiny of Celestoria.”
Lord Cedric stepped forward, holding a symbol of honor in his hands. “In recognition of their heritage and the responsibilities that lie ahead, we, the council, bestow upon the two princes the Order of the Golden Fleece.” As he handed the emblem to the princes, he spoke, “May they carry this emblem with pride, a testament to their noble lineage and the expectations placed upon their shoulders.”
Queen Melisandre returned to the forefront, presenting the Order to the princes. “Prince Draven, Prince Oberon, may you wear this emblem with dignity and honor, symbolizing not only your past but the future you are destined to shape.”
Lord Regulus stepped forward, his voice resonating with conviction. “These two princes are the future of Celestoria. With the guidance of our late king’s wisdom and the strength of their bloodline, they carry the hopes and aspirations of our kingdom. Let us stand united in support of their journey.”
Consort Rosenda stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. “The path to the throne is not an easy one.” She spoke with authority, setting the stage for the decisive ceremonial event between the two princes. “Tradition dictates that the two princes shall engage in a symbolic contest, and the victor will be determined through a ceremonial event, signifying the honor and responsibility bestowed upon the chosen heir.”
As Consort Rosenda’s words hung in the air, the assembly listened in anticipation, aware that the impending symbolic challenge would determine not only the heir but the fate of Celestoria itself.