Your discussion with Rhysand and Azriel had helped, you hadn't finished your grief, but your court needed a ruler. You decided not to consult your father's advisors, you already knew their thoughts on the subject, but would you listen to them? No.

You took it upon yourself to declare yourself as the new ruler, no more a Princess, but a Queen, The High Lady of your court. And as such, you needed a proper ceremony, a Priestess came, the advisors of your court were there, the High Lords of other courts where there as well as their heir, or their inner circle for the Night Court, and of course, the civilians of your court, you were wearing a white dress, as per tradition for any new ruler, and while the Priestess was giving the usual speech to ascend to the position of High Lady and ready to position the crown onto your head, one of your advisors spoke up.

"We should end this, this is not how... Our late High Lord wouldn't have wanted this... He would have wanted for us to choose a worthy heir." Spoke up the man.

The Priestess gaze snapped towards the man with a glare, as well as the civilians who started to complain about the man while you slowly rose onto your feet, the crown on your head.

"You are just an advisor. You knew nothing of my fathers wishes. Do you think he made sure I was trained for nothing? Do you think he made sure I was taught everything, from politics, to healing, to philosophy, maths, science for no reason? Not only you are disrespecting his memory, but you are also disrespecting your new ruler, and as such, I will ask you to leave, or one of my soldiers will be very happy to take you to the Prison." Those were your only words, firm, threatening, but everything a High Lady needed to be. The man kept quiet after that, but you made sure he wouldn't be able to supervise any of your future decisions.

The rest of the day was mostly about celebrating, meeting all the civilians and settling into your new role as a ruler, you thought you had enough with people speaking in your father's name, but that wasn't without Beron coming up to you with his sons, eyeing the crowd on your head, only for the Night Court to step closer, Azriel on the first line, his hand on Truth-Teller.

"Now that you are High Lady, you will need a husband to properly rule, won't you?" The red headed man asked.