A moment later, Great Sage Merlin of the Druidic Order, the court mage clad in elaborate purple-and-white robes and holding a wand, opened the sealed box. From the soft golden velvet cushion within, he took out the exquisite golden crown and approached the King of Knights with a complicated expression.
Under the eyes of the entire crowd, the King of Knights slightly raised her right hand. The silver Lion Mane Helmet and the sealed knightly armor automatically disassembled and retracted, revealing the little-known true face of Britain's ruler.
She had waist-length golden hair, sleek and soft, dazzling like afternoon sunlight. It was neatly coiled behind her head with a ring-shaped hairpin, while a few loose bangs slanted before her straight, alluring nose bridge. Two strands of hair rested gently over her smooth, rounded shoulders. Beneath thick, long lashes were pupils clearer and greener than imperial jade.
Her slender brows were high and elegant, her moist crimson lips, soft as cherry flesh, pressed lightly together. Paired with her flawless, fair jade-like oval face, everything about her seemed so sacred and immaculate.
Looking closely, one could see what seemed to be a cluster of golden-green flames burning deep within those eyes, casting a cold, commanding radiance over her beautiful features.
The only flaw was the stray lock atop her head. Like an especially conspicuous golden stalk of wheat stubbornly thrusting up from a harvested field, it slightly diminished her divine aura and brought her a little closer to the mortal world.
A pure white cape was fastened over her slender shoulders, its high collar standing erect like a lion's mane, adding a touch of aloof chill and a conqueror's majesty.
Yet following her outline downward, past her snowy, alluring neck and collarbones, the first thing that caught the eye was the dramatic