THE CORONATION

EVANORA'S POV

"Evanora?"

The voice was followed by a gentle knock and then my dad walked into my room.

"I was told you're ready. I guess you actually are."

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and nodded. Admiring my outfit one more time, I smiled at myself.

"Yes," I said then got up to join my dad on his feet. "How are things going outside?"

Though my presence wasn't requested yet, the ceremony had started a few minutes ago. From my window, I could catch a glimpse of how things were going. Guests were pouring in, quickly dispersing and littering the whole garden. There were tables around, some filled with different delicacies and others housing glasses and jars of blood.

"It's going well," my dad replied me. "It's bubbling and everyone can't wait to see you."

"Really?" I felt excited and anxious at his words.

"Of course," he moved closer to me and placed a kiss on my head. "You're the princess after all. Heavens, you look so beautiful. I almost can't believe you're my daughter.