SELENA POV The grand hall of the Witch Empire was dazzling. Banners hung from the high ceiling, shimmering with silver and gold threads. Candles floated in midair, casting warm light over the polished marble floors. I stood at the entrance, my heart pounding, dressed in a gown woven with the finest magical silk, every stitch glowing faintly with protective enchantments. Today, I was not just a survivor or a warrior; today, I would become the queen.My parents were seated in the front row, holding hands, their eyes shining with pride. Elder Gideon and the council stood at attention. Members of all allied races witches, lycans, vampires, and even some high positioned humans had gathered to witness the coronation. The air was thick with magic, expectation, and hope.Marcus stood beside me, his presence steady and calming. His hand found mine, and I squeezed it, drawing strength from his touch. My Mating bond with him pulsed warmly, a reminder that no matter what had happened, we were u
Читайте больше
Войти
