The ceremony of awarding the king's rights transfer and inheritance was the most solemn moment in the whole country.

All the princes and nobles of the Kingdom of Catherland attended the event in great costumes.

Witnesses of the Grand Ceremony have always been the Duke of the Kingdom, who is of noble status.

For the first time, a god was witnessed.

Regardless of the reputation of this god, whether it is good or bad, this honor is the only one in the Kingdom of Catherland.

At least, after Princess Caroline ascends the king's throne, she will sit steadily in that position, and no one dares to infringe on the other.

His Majesty the King smiled and handed over the scepter representing the king, solemnly handed over to his daughter—

"Caroline, from today on you will be the new king of our Catherland Kingdom!"

Princess Caroline...No, Queen Caroline was wearing a big red cloak and raised her scepter inlaid with rubies.

Her eyes swept over the ministers and said word by word:

"I, Caroline, the new queen of the Kingdom of Catherland!"

"See the Queen."

"See the Queen."

"See the Queen..."

A group of magnificent dukes and nobles saluted.

Fenghua and Bethel stood not far from the throne and accepted the worship of the dukes together.

...

After the ceremony, the evening was a grand banquet to celebrate the new queen's ascension to the throne.

Beautiful wine and beautiful women, fragrant clothes and hair.

A woman in a gorgeous tunic skirt, wearing high heels, swaying on the brightly lit dance floor.

Queen Caroline held a red wine glass, a palace dress intertwined with red and gold, and a smile on her red lips, asked, "Sir Frances, don't you go and dance?"

Fenghua turned his head, handed a look at the boy, and asked: "Beter, huh?"

The boy's beautiful and delicate cheeks looked slightly embarrassed, his dark and curly eyelashes slightly lowered, and his lips pursed: "But, but Bethel...can't dance."

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't." Fenghua stretched out his slender hand and spun a flower in the air: "Come on, I'll teach you."

Bessel gently pursed the rose-colored lips and put his hands on the woman's beautiful white fingertips.

Fingertips are in contact.

It swiftly passed and came to the center of the dance floor.

"Your hand can be placed here." Fenghua held the young man's slender hand and brought his hand to his slender waist.

Bethel's fingertips trembled slightly.

Through the silk-clothed palace skirt, the temperature was transferred to the fingertips.

The touch is beautiful.

The boy's finger subconsciously wanted to retract.

Unexpectedly, Fenghua held it tightly and pressed it on his slender waist a little heavier, "What are you shrinking?"

A light shout made Bethel pursed his lips, pressing his hands firmly against the woman's waist, and no longer retreated.

However, the beautiful young man as elf, his white ear tips showed a thin color.

Bright color and burning temperature.

Bethel even suffocated his breathing slightly.

When I grew up, I felt that something became more and more different.

The heartbeats so fast.

...

The waltz in D minor has beautiful dance steps and rotates into flowers.

Dancing closely, the young man's ice blue and dark red pupils were filled with reflections of the woman's snow-white and delicate face.

Beautiful, charming.

Especially the casual smile on the red lips is full of thrilling beauty.

The bright lights slowly darkened with the musical tune, and the boy's heartbeat was getting faster and faster...

The end of the song.
Chapter completed!