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She raised one hand, and the remaining noise in the hall dropped immediately. "Aetherwyn has always been guided by the wisdom of the Moon Goddess," she said, addressing the hall with a calm that felt prepared. Practiced. "Today's events are not a disruption to that guidance. They are an expression of it. Our kingdom's future will be strengthened by this union, and I ask that every person here extend their loyalty to our crown prince and his chosen mate." She made it sound orderly. She made it sound like something that had been decided thoughtfully, over time, by careful people with the kingdom's best interests in mind.

Geo asked. “Completely,” I said with a satisfied smile. “Then there is nothing to stop you from leaving right away,” he said firmly. “Other than the fact that I’d be leaving my new born son behind and that I don’t want to go,” I said. “My dear girl,” my grandmother said as she approached me and hugged my shoulders. “You are now a queen of two vampire kingdoms. Whether you asked to be so or not, it is the way things are. It is also Braedon’s legacy that you hold in your hands. Would you deny your son his rightful inheritance?”

Should Rhett fail to stab Aodh with the dagger, and Lamia couldn’t get to it, they wanted Finn there as a backup to get Rhett out of harm's way. It was Lamia’s declaration that after everything was done and dusted Rhett would become the Alpha of MacTire until his daughter Angelica turned twenty-one. At twenty-one, Angelica would become the reigning queen of the MacTire Kingdom. And MacTire would be handed back to the rightful heir and bloodline.

The very stone beneath their feet seemed to tremble beneath the force of it. Aliyah did not move. The Shaman lowered the crown and placed it gently on her head. The weight of it landed softly, but its meaning struck hard. Queen. When the Shaman stepped back, the silence shattered. The voices around her rose louder. A thousand howls joined as one. It was a cry of loyalty, a song of the old ways. Aliyah stood tall beneath it all, the crown gleaming against her dark hair. She was now Queen of the Lycans.

When the girl came closer, he gave a sign, and all whispers and conversations stopped momentarily. - We gathered here to celebrate the end of the dark era.- He spoke loudly and clearly. - Let the new era bring those lands and people happiness and prosperity. I present you with a new queen of Wisterium. He took Demetria's hand, and the whole crowd erupted with cheering. The girl bowed her head slightly, and her uncle led her to the throne where she sat. Slowly, one by one, people came to her with their best wishes, and Demetria struggled with remembering all the names she heard.

“You’re telling me we’re both biologically losing our minds.” “That is an accurate summary.” A knock at the door made them both freeze. Vaelrion moved like lightning, opening the door with power rolling off him. A woman stood there in deep silver robes under a modern coat—dark hair braided, amber eyes sharp. She inhaled when she saw him. “My king,” she said. “Inside.” Serapha stepped in and stopped when she saw Lyra. Her face softened into something like reverence. “There you are,” she whispered. “Our future queen.”

Then Hera left without saying much, followed by Catelyn, who stepped angrily on the floor below her. Rania and Oscar were still there as if they were not seen by the adults arguing in the dining room, and they were surprised. Especially, Rania looks scared and also pale white. She thought the future had changed, but she still chose her father as the king's right hand. This is the beginning of the destruction of her family because of the jealousy of the palace ministers and her aunt, greed, and coveted honor.

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

So she grabbed more fruit and kept smearing it anywhere she could until her own hands were sticky with blood and golden fruit. It still wasn't working. Rhae wasn't breathing. It was too late. Aynyra was still too late. Nothing could stop the tears that began pouring down her face. Her stomach ached, and her hands trembled. Everything hurt. She didn't even know why. Rhae was a murderer, who had manipulated her and her father. She didn't even know what Rhae's plan was. Why was she here? What was she doing? Why did she become Queen? Even though Aynyra had all these questions, she still felt unbearable pain looking at Rhae. She looked down at her face. Rhae's expression was relaxed, her face pal