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A spectacular fireworks display had also been prepared designed by Labouin and his wife with meticulous care. Elizabeth gazed with pride at the golden curtains draped across the plaza. The moment the crown touched her father's head, those curtains would transform into the shape of a phoenix and soar into the sky in a blaze of light.

Dominic stood before the grand marble throne at the center of the plaza. A heavy crimson cloak draped over his shoulders, and ceremonial robes adorned with golden embroidery enhanced the dignified air of a man who had weathered hardship into his later years.

Below the steps of the platform, loyal retainers and newly accepted vassals from the expanded territories looked up at him in reverent silence. Sunlight streamed through the tapestries and enchanted lamps, casting radiant patterns across the ground.

A national anthem, composed by a musician Michael had personally brought out of retirement, echoed through the plaza. The chorus, selected with care by Elizabeth, filled the space with a majestic resonance.

Dominic slowly raised his head and looked at the crown before him. Crafted in exquisite golden detail, the crown was not merely a symbol of authority it was a testament to the long history, battles, and sacrifices of the Kingdom of Xerc.

Etched onto its surface were the emblems of the kingdom's ancient protectors a dragon and a sphinx. At its center, a deep sapphire glistened like the heart of the sea. Around its edge, small rubies and emeralds sparkled in harmony, representing the unity of the kingdom's diverse provinces and people.

This crown was Leonardo's masterpiece. The continent's greatest alchemist and Michael's loyal retainer had spent months perfecting it. Every curve and detail reflected the kingdom's legacy and Michael's journey. It was more than an ornament it was a symbol of an era.

But its beauty masked its power. Layer upon layer of protective enchantments had been woven into it. Though it appeared to be a dazzling work of art, it was in truth the strongest magical armor crafted to protect the king.

The crown was imbued with powerful spells from the greatest mages across the continent. The moment it was worn, a barrier would envelop the wearer, shielding against both physical and magical attacks. Inscribed within were seals to repel curses and resist mental domination, nullifying even the most insidious of spells.

The crown also possessed the ability to sense threats and automatically trigger defensive magic. Most notably, the central sapphire wasn't just decorative it acted as a conduit for ancient magic, granting protective power in times of crisis.

In addition, ancient magical runes etched around the rim enabled the detection and repulsion of foreign or hostile magic. It was, in every sense, the ultimate magical defense gear crafted to protect its wearer at all costs.

As Dominic stared at the crown, memories of his long journey surged to the forefront. From a minor noble on the fringes of the realm to the man now poised to wear the crown he had fought through countless wars and schemes. He had lost many comrades, and seen trusted friends turn against him.

And most of all, he thought of the countless sacrifices his son Michael had made.

From the moment Michael became the heir to their house, he had never had a moment's rest. He had marched into battle at a young age, survived the carnage of war, and endured days surrounded by enemies. To survive, he had swung his sword relentlessly.

These memories tore at Dominic's heart. And yet, Michael had never once faltered. Covered in blood and grime, he had always risen to fight again. As the bearer of the family's future, he had never turned away never run.

That strength, Dominic realized, was what pained him the most.

"All of this burden… you bore it alone," he murmured.

He reached out and brushed his fingers across the crown. The cold touch of metal met his fingertips, but his heart burned with emotion.

This crown this moment was the culmination of blood, sweat, and sacrifice. And at the very heart of it all stood Michael.

Had Michael known what his father was feeling, he might have been surprised. But in truth, Dominic had always carried deep gratitude for his son, buried quietly in his heart.

Dominic closed his eyes and steadied himself.

Memories of the past monarchs who once ruled the kingdom flooded Dominic's mind. There had been a time of radiant glory, followed by the creeping shadow of downfall. The throne had always been surrounded by endless conspiracies and betrayals, trusted allies turning into enemies, and blood spilled time and time again to preserve the family name.

All of it the victories and defeats, loyalty and treachery had been intertwined to form the kingdom's history. And at its heart, the kingdom had once collapsed.

Dominic imagined how formidable his ancestors must have looked as they led great armies across the continent. They had dreamed of an eternal realm, an unshakable empire of iron. But their ambition and arrogance had brought only division. Loyal vassals turned their backs, brothers drew swords against each other, and what once seemed indestructible had begun to crack from within.

Now, Dominic stood at the culmination of that legacy, bearing the full weight of history. He had fought, endured, and survived to restore the fallen throne.

And now, he would accomplish what his ancestors could not.

He would ensure that betrayal would not be repeated, that the kingdom would never again fall.

Dominic opened his eyes.

The cold, gleaming crown rested before him an emblem of duty and the weight of history. From this moment forward, he would write a new chapter.

His gaze turned to Michael, who stood below, dressed in ceremonial robes, his expression calm and resolute.

He was no longer a boy. He was a seasoned warrior, forged in countless battles, and the rightful heir to the kingdom's future.

Soon, Dominic would pass the crown on to him and there was no hesitation in his heart. In fact, he welcomed that moment.