That night Ursula couldn't seem to get a wink with the nightmares that tortured hermind.
In the underwater kingdom of Atlantica,the sun poured golden rays down into the shimmering waves, casting a delightful sparkle across the vibrant coral streets teeming of colorful fish darted between the lush gardens of kelp, while the melodic sounds of sea creatures intertwined in harmony with the murmurs of the merfolk swept past, their hearts beating swiftly in anticipation and excitement, today was would be a day of throne room, a magnificent cavern adorned with iridescent shells and shimmering pearls, drew in the citizens ofAtlantica,like moths to aflame,each eager to witness the pivotal ceremony that would forever change their Ursula floated gracefully beside her older brother, Triton, her long, flowing hair swirling behind her like a dark tide, as the light shone on the sparkly,lavender,glitter she had applied to her eyes the excitement in the air, a gnawing feeling of unease crept into was not merely just about getting a crown, it was about the power that came with the crown, and Ursula had always coveted the strength that came with such aprize.
''Big brother,'' her voice a rich blend of affection and mischief, ''have you even considered that perhaps - you shouldn't beking?I mean, what do you really know about ruling a kingdom?'' Triton, with his chestnut locks and booming laughter, chuckled softly inresponse.''And you, dear sister, think you'd be a better choice thanme?Deep down you've always been a schemer at heart, there's no doubt in my mind our father is aware , the ocean can be treacherous, and I'm not certain a penchant for mischief is whatAtlantica,needs.''
''Funny, I prefer to think of it more as a strategic thinking,'' Ursula replied, her purple eyes narrowingplayfully.''Making allies when the tide is in my favor.'' Before her brother could think of something to respond with, the unmistakable sounds of laughter and splashing caught both theirattentions,as a small figure darted between the bustling merfolk already present, bright with curiosity and , her vibrant black hair adorned with seaweed, glided effortlessly towards them, a brilliant smile lighting up herface.''Ursula! Triton!'' she called, her voice bubbling with youthfulenthusiasm.''I heard you both are going to the throneroom!What's going on? Can I cometoo?!''
''Just the usual,'' Triton replied, as he ruffled Morgana's hairaffectionately.''A ceremony to determine the next ruler of Alantica, has our attention today, unfortunately, otherwise I would drop everything I was doing and play with you,Mor.''
''Aw, I wish I could be a part of it too.'' Morgana's eyes sparkled, her excitementpalpable.''You'll both be amazing! I knowit!And maybe one day, I can ruletoo!''
''Maybe one day, little sister.'' Ursula echoed, her tone light but layered with remembered the day she had convinced their father to take in, and adopt Morgana, seeing something in the young sea witch that was almost like she felt a part of her responsibilities in bringing the orphaned little girl into their family, a bond that transcended blood, and on a day liketoday,a part of her was hopeful her father would see a ruler in her for such a gooddeed.''Don't rush to grow up, little one,'' Triton said, his voice gentle yetfirm.''Today is about making choices-ties and alliances that will hold is not something that should be taken lightly.'' As Ursula observed Morgana, it disgusted her how the girl seemed to hang up on every single word her older , she couldn't afford it to show on her face, so much as she quite literally felt her lunch about to come back up, sheagreed.
''Triton's right,'' she said, a mischievous glimmer in hereyes.''Think carefully about what you wish for, everyone wears a crown with grace.'' Morgana frowned at this, but nodded softly, the impact of Ursula's words washing over her with dawningcomprehension.''But you don't want to be like everyone else, do you?'' she replied confidently, her gaze firm on the eldermermaid.''You want to be someone who can truly make a difference - who isn't afraid to go against convention.'' Ursula was taken aback by the unexpectedinsight,her heart fluttering with both pride andconcern.''Perhaps you're right, remember, chaos can also create beauty, just as easily as it can bring destruction.'' The sound of trumpets blared as the doors to the throne room suddenly creakedopen,signaling that it was time for commencement of moment swelled with anticipation as the assembled merfolk turned to gaze at Triton then at Ursula - the two royal siblings of the one and only KingPoseidon.
''Shall we, sister?'' Triton urged, glidingforward.''Let us embrace we're done here, there's someone special I'd like to introduce youto.''
''Okay guys, I'll see you in there!'' smiled Morgana as she took off towards the door of the throne room, giving the siblings a moment of peace, as Ursula gasped the moment she saw her brother's hand, waiting for her to accept it. Together, the two of them moved into the luminous chamber, surrounded by tapestries of colors and creatures shimmering all around them. A grand podium loomed up ahead, where the trident awaited, cloaked in gentle light - a symbol of authority and stewardship, reflective of the tumultuous sea that churned beneath their kingdom. As the two royal siblings swam into the hall, Ursula could feel her heartbeat quicken with possibilities- would this be her moment to seize the power she so deeply craved? Or would she watch as Triton claimed the throne, the expectations of the realm firmly resting upon his broad shoulders.