The music playing overhead as they entered the throne room was everything Grier expected the coronation of a fairy king to be. It was majestic and echoed throughout the chamber with a resonance she could barely describe. She wasn’t even surprised by the fact there were actually trumpets playing. It was straight out of a fairy tale come to life.
The throne room from earlier, despite the opulence of it, was now completely transformed and appeared larger and even more extravagant somehow. It gleamed and glistened as if meticulous detail was given to ensure not a single atom of dust existed and there were draperies and little flowers everywhere. She knew from Nick’s mother earlier the flowers were called snow blossoms and a magical variety of them, grew only in the Northern Realm on this pro
