I Reincarnated as a Prince Who Revolutionized the Kingdom Chapter 70 Preparation for Succession and Marriage Ceremony

October 30th, 1693.

Prince Bruno sat in his study, reviewing the endless docunts related to his upcoming coronation and marriage to Lady Amélie de Vauclerc. His desk was covered with letters from noble families, trade guilds, foreign dignitaries, and city officials, all either sending congratulations or making requests to be part of the grand event. The weight of ruling Elysea had already settled on his shoulders, but now, the ceremonial aspect of his ascension demanded his attention.

Across from him, Antoine Leclerc was seated, flipping through a stack of invitations.

"The nobles are eager to show their loyalty," Leclerc remarked, smirking. "Many of those who once opposed your reforms are now scrambling to secure a good position at the coronation. Hypocrisy at its finest."

Bruno barely looked up as he signed another docunt. "They know resistance is useless now. They'll play their role, as they always do."

Leclerc chuckled. "Then it seems your strategy worked. Still, the scale of this event is… excessive. The cathedral alone has been receiving shipnts of silk, gold-threaded banners, and enough candles to light up half of Elysea for a year."

Bruno set down his quill and leaned back. "The people need spectacle. A grand ceremony cents legitimacy. It reminds them that Elysea is moving forward, not just with words, but with action."

Leclerc nodded. "Very well. What of the foreign guests? We've received confirmations from the Kingdom of Swabia, the Duchy of Lotharingia, and even a delegation from the Eastern Sultanates. They wish to attend both the coronation and your wedding."

Bruno smirked. "Good. Let them see what Elysea has beco."

At that mont, Captain Vallier entered the room, his uniform crisp and his expression serious. "Your Highness, the cathedral workers report that preparations for the coronation are progressing as scheduled. However, the noble families are arguing over seating arrangents. Apparently, House de Montreau and House de Charbonne are refusing to sit anywhere near each other."

Bruno exhaled sharply. "They would squabble over chairs while I'm restructuring the entire kingdom."

Leclerc chuckled. "Should I tell them that if they continue arguing, they'll be watching the ceremony from the streets?"

Bruno smirked. "Do it. If they want to behave like children, I'll treat them like children."

Vallier nodded. "Understood, Your Highness. Also, the royal tailor requests a final fitting for your coronation attire. They need your asurents confird."

Bruno frowned but nodded. "Fine. I'll deal with that later."

With the updates delivered, Vallier took his leave. Bruno turned back to Leclerc. "What about Amélie? How is her side of the preparations?"

Leclerc handed him another docunt. "She's handling it well. The seamstresses are working on her gown, and she's eting with the forr royal aide to go over royal protocols. She's also reviewing the court appointnts you're making after the coronation."

Bruno smirked slightly. "Good. I expected no less from her."

Leclerc grinned. "I think she's already preparing to push for influence in court."

Bruno chuckled. "She wouldn't be my wife if she didn't."

November 5th, 1693.

As the day of the coronation drew closer, Elysea was undergoing a transformation. The streets of the capital were cleaned, banners hung from every major building, and markets prepared for the influx of travelers. The people, even those in the lower districts, were caught up in the excitent. The coronation of a new ruler was a rare event, and Bruno had ensured that it would be the grandest in the kingdom's history.

The royal cathedral, Notre-Da d'Elysea, was at the heart of it all. Inside, craftsn worked tirelessly to prepare the altar, where Bruno would be crowned by the Archbishop of Elysea. The ceremony would include a solemn procession through the city, a blessing by the church, and the formal placing of the crown upon his head.

Bruno t with the Archbishop in private, ensuring that the church understood his expectations.

"This is not rely a religious event," Bruno told the elderly archbishop. "This is a statent to the world. Elysea is entering a new era."

The archbishop nodded solemnly. "Your Highness, the church recognizes your vision for the kingdom. We shall ensure that the ceremony reflects the strength and unity of Elysea."

Satisfied, Bruno turned to the final piece of the puzzle—security.

"Captain Vallier," Bruno addressed his military commander, "I want every entrance to the cathedral guarded. Double the patrols in the capital. I will not tolerate any disruptions."

Vallier saluted. "It will be done, Your Highness. We've already stationed additional guards near the palace and key locations throughout the city."

Bruno nodded. "Good. If anyone dares to cause trouble, deal with them imdiately."

November 10th, 1693.

While the coronation took precedence, the royal wedding was no small matter either. Amélie de Vauclerc had taken charge of her preparations, but Bruno knew he had responsibilities as well.

Traditionally, royal marriages were lavish affairs ant to reinforce alliances. Elysea's nobility expected a week-long celebration filled with feasts, dances, and public festivities.

Amélie, however, was more pragmatic.

"The wedding should not be excessive," she told Bruno when they finally sat down to discuss the details. "The people are excited, but they also need to see that we are rulers, not simply indulging in spectacle."

Bruno smirked. "And here I thought you wanted a grand royal wedding."

She gave him a knowing look. "A wise ruler knows when to display wealth and when to be practical. We will have a ceremony worthy of Elysea, but let us not forget—we have work to do after the wedding."

Bruno chuckled. "You truly will be a queen in more than just title."

Their wedding ceremony was planned for November 15th, five days after the coronation. It would be held in the sa cathedral, ensuring continuity between Bruno's ascension and his marriage.

The guest list had already been finalized—foreign dignitaries, Elysea's nobility, military officials, and high-ranking mbers of the church. The people of Elysea would celebrate in the streets, with food and performances arranged in every major city.

Bruno and Amélie would ride through the capital in a ceremonial carriage, allowing the people to see their new sovereigns before concluding the wedding with a royal banquet in the palace.

Leclerc, reviewing the plans, grinned. "This will be the most important week in Elysea's history. The people will speak of it for generations."

Bruno exhaled, standing from his desk. "Then let's make sure it's one worth rembering."

As the day of the coronation and wedding approached, the city was alive with anticipation. The nobles had gathered, the foreign guests had arrived, and security had been tightened.

Bruno stood before a full-length mirror, dressed in the royal regalia of Elysea. The gold-threaded ceremonial cloak, the ornate breastplate, and the crown that would soon rest upon his head.

Amélie, preparing in her own chambers, would soon walk beside him—not as a noblewoman, but as a queen.

Everything had led to this.

The future of Elysea was no longer in question.

It was here.