The King's Gilded Warrior || Wattys 2023

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The next day, Lyra made her way to the Healers' chambers with a sense of anticipation. She wanted to see her friends, Flora and Dale. Lyra wanted to invite them to the binding ceremony. Rhadmanthus had told her that it was common to have family and friends present during. Their presence would bring her comfort and support during the upcoming binding ceremony.

As Lyra entered the chamber, she spotted Flora and Dale conversing near a shelf adorned with healing herbs and crystals. They turned to greet her, their faces lighting up with warmth and familiarity.

"Lyra, it's wonderful to see you," Flora said, her voice filled with genuine affection as she walked over and gave Lyra a tight hug.

Lyra wrapped her arms around her friend and smiled, feeling the warmth of their embrace. "Sorry for not visiting these past few weeks, but it's been a whirlwind of changes and new discoveries."

Flora's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Oh, we've missed you, Lyra. But I can only imagine the adventures and knowledge you've gained. We're eager to hear all about it."

Pierce, ever the attentive listener, pulled up a chair for Lyra. "Please, sit and share your journey with us. We're here to listen and support you."

Taking a seat, Lyra took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before beginning to explain everything she and the king had learned. She spoke of the journal, the ancient binding ceremony, and the potential hidden within her bloodline.

Flora and Pierce listened intently, their expressions shifting from curiosity to fascination as Lyra wove her tale. They asked questions, offered insights, and shared in her excitement.

"It's incredible, Lyra," Flora exclaimed, her eyes shining with admiration. "To think that your destiny is intertwined with such ancient magic. We are honored to be part of your journey and witness your awakening."

Pierce nodded in agreement. "Indeed, Lyra. Your resilience and determination are truly inspiring. We stand by your side, ready to support you every step of the way."

Lyra's heart swelled with gratitude as she looked at her friends, their unwavering support giving her strength. In their presence, she felt seen, understood, and valued.

"Thank you, both of you," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "Your friendship means the world to me. So that's why I'm here to ask both of you to join us for the ceremony? Rhadmanthus said that it is common to have your friends and family there during the ceremony.

Flora's eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, Lyra, we would be honored to join you for the ceremony! To witness such a significant moment in your life and to support you as your friends, it's a privilege we treasure."

Pierce nodded, a smile gracing his lips. "Absolutely, Lyra. We've been through so much together, and this is a pivotal moment in your journey. We'll stand beside you, channeling our energy and love, as you embrace your heritage and unlock your potential."

Lyra's face lit up with gratitude. "Thank you, both of you. Your presence there will mean the world to me. Together, we'll create an unbreakable bond of friendship and magic, strengthening the connection between us."

As they made plans for the upcoming ceremony, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement and anticipation. Lyra knew that having her friends by her side would bring an extra layer of support and love to the occasion.

***

The palace stood as a majestic testament to grandeur and elegance, its imposing walls rising tall and strong. As the binding ceremony approached, the palace was transformed into a haven of enchantment and beauty.

Countless vibrant flowers adorned every corner and crevice of the palace grounds, creating a tapestry of colors that danced in the gentle breeze. Roses, lilies, and tulips formed intricate arrangements, their petals opening like delicate whispers of nature's artistry. The air was filled with a symphony of fragrances, a sweet perfume that enveloped all who entered.

Flower-laden arches and trellises stretched across pathways, their intertwining vines forming natural tunnels of splendor. Garlands of blossoms cascaded from balconies and draped along staircases, creating a vibrant tapestry that mirrored the beauty of the surrounding gardens.

In the courtyard, a magnificent floral canopy had been erected, its lush foliage forming a breathtaking ceiling of blossoms. Flowers of every hue and shape adorned the structure, creating a breathtaking display that seemed to defy the limits of imagination.

Glimmering fairy lights were delicately intertwined amidst the flowers, casting a soft, magical glow upon the scene. As dusk descended, the lights flickered like tiny stars, adding an ethereal touch to the already enchanting atmosphere.

The palace's grand entrance was adorned with towering floral arrangements, showcasing the skillful craftsmanship and artistry of the palace's dedicated decorators. Each arrangement seemed like a work of art, meticulously crafted to capture the essence of nature's beauty.

Beyond the palace walls, the gardens flourished with life. Meandering paths led guests through meticulously manicured lawns and serene water features. Colorful butterflies fluttered from flower to flower, their delicate wings adding an extra touch of enchantment to the already breathtaking scene.

The servants moved with gentle precision, tending to every detail of Lyra's preparation. They skillfully applied a mixture of fragrant soaps and oils, their hands gliding across her skin, leaving it radiant and glowing. The cleansing ritual was not only physical but also symbolic, washing away any remnants of the past and preparing her for the new chapter about to unfold.

Lyra's hair was carefully washed, untangled, and adorned with delicate blossoms, each chosen for their symbolic significance. The flowers were carefully woven into an intricate crown that rested atop her head, a crown fit for a queen, intertwining with her locks and enhancing her natural beauty. The petals of the flowers exuded a gentle fragrance, creating an aura of enchantment around her.

As Lyra slipped into her gown, the simplicity of its design contrasted with the richness of the occasion. The white fabric cascaded down her lithe figure, draping elegantly and flowing with grace. The neckline delicately exposed her shoulder, adding a touch of allure to the understated elegance. The gown accentuated her natural beauty, allowing her radiant presence to shine through.

In the mirror, Lyra caught a glimpse of herself, a vision of ethereal beauty. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, reflecting a mixture of excitement and inner strength. The floral crown atop her head served as a tangible reminder of her connection to nature, a symbol of the power and beauty that lay dormant within her.

As she took a deep breath, a sense of purpose and determination washed over her. The preparations were complete, and she was ready to embark on this transformative journey.

With her skin aglow, her hair adorned with flowers, and her gown draped elegantly upon her, Lyra stood as a testament to the merging of strength, beauty, and heritage. The binding ceremony awaited, and she was poised to embrace the destiny that awaited her, guided by the love and support of her friends and the enigmatic King Rhadmanthus.