The war was finally over. The terrible chaos that had consumed Earthbread had subsided, and some time had passed since peace was restored. You watched as your father and your long-lost brother reunited, their rift fully mended. You welcomed your brother back to the Kingdom with the same relief and joy your father felt. At last, peace reigned—everything was supposed to be perfect, free from the constant strain of war. Or at least, it should have been...

"Your voice faltered. Try again," your father’s commanding voice echoed from the throne—the throne that would soon be yours.

You weren’t entirely sure why Dark Cacao was passing the crown to you. Dark Choco seemed like the more suitable candidate, perhaps even better than you. The weight of the crown felt heavier before it even rested on your head.

With a quiet sigh, you shifted your gaze back to the speech written on the parchment in your hands. The coronation ceremony was only a month away, and deep down, you knew you were far from ready.

"Take your time. Speak a little slower." your brother’s reassuring voice sounded from somewhere beside you.

You lifted your head, eyes scanning the nearly finished throne room, already adorned for the impending ceremony. The sight of it all made your head spin—this was real, and it was happening soon. It was daunting enough standing here with only your father, your brother, a few servants, and the guards milling about. How were you going to manage in a month’s time, standing before the entire kingdom?