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Layla stood in front of the altar as her coronation took place. It was nighttime and the moonlight shone.

The pale light of the moon shone down on Layla as she stood before the altar, her gown glittery with diamonds. She looked radiant. Around her, the gathered crowd whispered and murmured, their eyes fixed on the young woman who was about to be crowned queen.

The ceremony was long and intricate, full of tradition and ritual. Layla was nervous, but she tried to keep her face calm and composed as she recited the ancient vows. She knew that this moment would change her life forever, and she was determined to make the most of it.

As the final words of the ceremony were spoken, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. Layla lifted her head, a smile spreading across her face as she was officially crowned queen. She felt a rush of pride and excitement as she stepped forward, the crown gleaming on her head.

She turned to the crowd, her eyes scanning the faces of the people who had gathere