Chapter 2 THE ROAD TO CORONATION

The morning sunlight poured into Bella's room, bathing it in a warm, golden glow. Despite the inviting light, Bella lingered in bed, reluctant to face the day's obligations. The knock on her door was a gentle reminder of her royal duties. The royal guard's deep voice carried through the door, "Your Highness, your presence is requested in the great dining hall." The formality of the guard's tone snapped Bella into action.

She swiftly rose from bed and began her morning ritual, her hands moving with practiced ease as she prepared for the day. She chose a majestic purple gown, its v-neck accentuating her delicate features, while the fitted waist and flowing skirt showcased her elegance. A string of white pearls encircled her neck, complemented by delicate earrings that sparkled like diamonds in the morning light.

As the afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the palace, Bella's tutor, Grace, arrived with a gentle smile and an air of quiet confidence. With each step, Bella felt a sense of anticipation building within her. Grace's lessons were not just about etiquette and protocol, but about mastering the art of presence.

"Walk with purpose, Bella," Grace instructed, her voice soft yet firm. "Shoulders back, head held high, and let your stride speak of confidence." Bella practiced, her movements becoming more fluid with each attempt. Grace's guidance was patient and encouraging, yet laced with a subtle firmness that brooked no argument.

As the lesson progressed, Bella learned the intricacies of captivating an audience, of commanding respect without demanding it. Grace taught her the delicate balance of speaking only when spoken to, yet knowing precisely when to assert her voice. The rules of the Scalen Knights Kingdom were complex, but Grace's explanations were clear and concise.

Bella's mind absorbed it all like a sponge, her determination growing with each passing moment. She was determined to prove herself worthy of the title Superior Luna, to show her father and the kingdom that she was more than just a pawn in their game of power.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the palace, Bella felt a sense of gratitude towards Grace. Her tutor's lessons had awakened something within her, a sense of purpose and ambition that she had never known she possessed.

As she made her way to the great dining hall, the royal guards stood at attention, their eyes cast downward in respect. Each guard bowed deeply, their necks exposed in a gesture of submission, acknowledging her royal lineage. The soft rustle of their uniforms and the synchronized movement of their bows created a sense of regality, emphasizing Bella's position as the future Luna.

As Bella entered the grand dining hall, the opulent chandeliers above cast a warm glow on the assembled family. Her father, the king, sat at the head of the table, his commanding presence evident even in repose. Her mother, Lady Hilda, sat to his right, exuding elegance in a gown of sapphire blue. Olivia, Bella's younger sister, chattered quietly beside her mother, while Charles, the crown prince and heir to the throne, sat to the king's left, his strong jawline and piercing gaze a testament to his resemblance to their father.

The king's eyes narrowed slightly as Bella took her seat, his disapproval palpable. Bella knew that look all too well.It portended a stern lecture later. She hastily took her place beside Charles, exchanging a warm smile with her sister and a playful wink with her brother. "Good morning, Father," she said, her voice soft and respectful. "Good morning, Mother. Sorry for my tardiness." She turned to Charles, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Good morning, brother."

The king's response was a low, rumbling hum, while Lady Hilda's smile was a gentle warmth that seemed to envelop Bella. The table fell silent, adhering to the king's strict rule: during meals, conversation was forbidden. The only sound was the soft clinking of silverware against fine china, and the occasional gentle murmur of Olivia's amusement.

The meal concluded, the royal servants efficiently cleared the table, leaving Bella and her family alone in the grand dining hall. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. Lord Rick, Bella's father, turned his piercing gaze upon her, his expression unyielding.

"Bella, are you prepared for the coronation in two weeks' time?" he asked, his voice firm and commanding. "You will meet the Superior Alpha, and you will be crowned the Superior Luna. Your tardiness will not be tolerated in this role. You must work on your punctuality."

He continued, his tone brooking no argument, "I have arranged for royal tutors to instruct you on the protocols and rules of the Scalen Knights Kingdom. As the future Superior Luna, it is imperative that you understand the intricacies of our kingdom."

Lord Rick's authority was palpable, his love of power and reputation driving him to dictate every aspect of Bella's life. His words were laced with an unspoken warning: obedience was expected, and disobedience would not be tolerated.

"Yes, Father," Bella replied, her voice soft and submissive. She knew her life was already mapped out for her, and she had no choice but to conform. Her brother, Charles, offered a discreet squeeze of her hand, a silent gesture of support and understanding. He knew their father's harsh nature, having borne the brunt of his wrath himself.

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the palace gardens, Bella and her younger sister Olivia strolled hand in hand, their footsteps echoing through the tranquil surroundings. Olivia's eyes brimmed with tears as she gazed up at Bella, her voice trembling.

"I'm going to miss you so much, Bella. I wish I could go with you," Olivia said, her words barely above a whisper. Bella's heart ached as she wrapped her arms around her sister, holding her close.

"I know, Liv. But I don't have a choice," Bella replied, trying to reassure her sister. "At least I'll get to celebrate my 18th birthday here with you next week." Olivia's face brightened slightly at the mention of the upcoming celebration.

"What if you find your mate?" Olivia asked, her brow furrowed with concern. "What would you do?" Bella's expression turned determined.

"I'll do what needs to be done. I would reject him on the spot, but I'll prioritize Dad's orders," Bella said, her voice firm. Olivia nodded, her eyes still shining with worry.

"Don't worry, everything will be okay," Olivia said, her voice soft and reassuring. Bella smiled weakly, trying to believe her sister's words.

"I've heard that Superior Alpha Alexander Quinn is charming, but also ruthless and brutal," Olivia said, her voice barely above a whisper. Bella's grip on her sister's hand tightened.

"Yes, I've heard that too. I hope he'll be good to me," Bella replied, her voice laced with uncertainty. As they walked, the scent of blooming flowers filled the air, but Bella's mind was preoccupied with thoughts of her impending departure and the unknown fate that awaited her.