The Amazing Prophecy

It was not until the day of the coronation that I saw Leon again. Wearing a gold crown studded with glittering jewels and diamonds, and holding in one hand the king's sceptre, the symbol of power, he sat impassive on his throne, his purple eyes still cold and impassive. The hall below him was filled with richly dressed nobles, all of whom looked with anticipation and envy at me and Lydia, who were slowly approaching. My gaze was fixed straight ahead. In order to maintain a dignified posture, I could only walk slowly, step by step, while Lydia, who was next to me, walked deliberately a little in front of me. And she was dressed in a sumptuous gown of bright red, and her head-dress swayed from side to side with the rapidity of her step, as if she were not quite at ease with the weight. The scene reminded me of what Catheran had once said to me. She said that I should be governed by royal authority, as she would be in the future. Now I can feel the indescribable depth of it. Each step I t