Chapter 121: Blood Samples
"We’re terribly late, milady," Cora whispered behind Tarah. They were indeed tardy, as the coronation was nearing its conclusion, with people eagerly cheering their new King. Tarah smiled as she observed Ezekiel, now adorned with the crown of Ebodia.
She awoke with a sharp pain in her head, unable to believe she was such a lightweight when it came to drinking. If she remembered correctly, she had only had around five or six cups before feeling the alcohol kick in. But then Cora had immediately given her hangover soup and relayed what Ezekiel had said.
She couldn’t agree more; that was exactly what she wanted. She hadn’t even wanted to show her face on coronation day, but she couldn’t resist the urge to see Ezekiel in his crown, seated upon his throne as king.
As expected, he looked incredibly dashing and handsome. She also noticed that despite wearing something simple to the event, she still attracted attention, perhaps because people were curious about her identity. After all, not everyone knew her face or who she really was, except for those she had formally met in the encampment. The rest could only speculate whether she was the new fated seer or not.
"He will make an excellent ruler," she whispered, her eyes filled with adoration as they keenly watched Ezekiel.
"After this, everyone will proceed to the great hall for the feast, milady," Cora informed.
"Hmm, you can stay and enjoy the festivities, Cora. I’ll return to Jade Palace to rest a bit more. I just need to greet Her Majesty," Tarah suggested, her gaze shifting to Queen Mother Dana, not far from where they stood.
Cora simply nodded, and with that, Tarah approached the Queen Mother.
"Your Majesty," she greeted politely with a bow.