His suit felt stuffy and uncomfortable, the air in the room stagnant and tense. If Lucio could skip out on the coronation, he would happily do so, yet if he were to slip away during such a sacred event, his head would be served on a platter by his family.
Lucio adjusted the jabot he wore, feeling the lace fabric choke him as he tried to stifle down the groans of frustration that tried to leave him. "This is the worse coronation ever," The raven muttered as lowly as possible, quite sure that nobody would hear him, especially the person beside him.











