There was sweat all over my body and my breathing was erratic. A few guards had barged into my room. Nothing was said. They simply grabbed and carried me away. I looked at the window in my room as we got out. There were lights in shades of red and orange and a few shouts, but it was a moment far too brief for me to notice more details.

We walked with haste through the castle until we got to the library. I couldn't have possibly know why the libreary, but some soldiers started to look around the shelfs near the walls. They stopped at one to my left.

"It is that one. Start pushing"

After he gave the orders, he kneeled near to me and grabbed my shoulders to look into my eyes.

"You need to follow them, they will take you to safety. There is nothing to worry about, my Prince"

I saw the shelf move as the guards were pushing to reveal an empry space that stretched to the unknown. A man took a torch and entered and I followed with other two soldiers.

...

I took the past out of my mind to focus on what was happening.

Passing throught the hallways of rugged stones, stepping on the red carpet to reach the main hall, I saw the servants of the house lined up. They were waiting for me. I took every step trying to show the confidence I didn't have. When I was halfway to the door, they kneeled and two guards openned the door for me. I saw the front yard of the castle and a crowd of faces I had never seen. I was nervous, but did everything as I was instructed.

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All sounds were halted by my presence. I smiled to them and walked, giving a few greetings to the aristocracy in front of eveyone else.

When I got near him, the man dressed in ceremonial white clothing gave me a nod. He gestured for the men behind him and they quickly gave him a golden crown.

The man held the crown and looked at me. I kneeled in front of him, turning my back to the crowd, and he started to say things in a language unknown to most. It was the official language of the church and it couldn't make less sense to me.

He slowly put the crown over my head, but the ceremony wasn't over.

The priest took transparent bottle of water and slowly poured it on my head and crown. He started to say the blessings to the new king.

I stood up and turned to the crowd. They were all silent and looking at me. The aristocracy, or the members of that social class that came, stepped closer to me and kneeled in respect, acknowledging me as the new king. I saw Bertrand kneel with difficulty, but he looked very happy.

"King Lennard Calailan Bragans! With the power of the holy spirit and the father of all, the rule of the new king is now declared!"

The member of aristocracy stopped kneeling and the crowd didn't know what to do. Most of them had never seen a coronation in their lives.

The paid musicians and artist started their shows to cheer the crowd and some men entered, carrying barrels of wine and beer for the people. And it worked. People started to celebrate the start of a new rule. It was one of the biggest festivities I had ever experienced.

The coronation was a success.

I was the new king.