Elsa's Coronation Day Novels & Stories

She gets up and helps me stand. Elena runs toward us. "Saray, I understand that Ralph is eagerly waiting for you. The Coronation is already tomorrow because it is a full moon again," she states carefully. "The wing in the Palace for Jasper and his family is completely finished. It is on the same floor as Ralph's but at some distance. I think he did this on purpose only I don't know why". The girl is so irritated about all this mystery surrounding our stay. Again I get the impression that Elena is not really a teenager anymore. His actions and musings are much more evolved than those of a twelve-year-old.

A very long day. Preparations for the coronation were in full swing in the palace. Elena developed a stormy activity, the werewolf girls instantly remembered that they had once also been court ladies and helped her hard. The result of their joint actions was a general commotion, not only in the royal palace, but throughout the capital city.

**Elora's POV** “What guts!” The elders yelled and turned to leave. “Halt!” I ordered and they obeyed. They turned to look back at me, their eyes were literally spitting fire, but I cared less. “Tomorrow night will be my coronation. I want you all to be there, and if by any chance I didn't see any of you, you'll have me to contend with. So, tomorrow night, wear your finest robes, visit the barber for a haircut if you want any and look good for my coronation,”

The Luna Selection, a time-honored tradition in the Hescor Empire, was typically held when a king ascended the throne without a Luna. “What did the King say about it?” I had asked Elsa. She had shrugged. “Nothing. I guess he just accept it. Jessica said he sat there and downed a glass of wine after the Dowager Queen finished her speech.” A tightness had clamped down on my chest like a vice. I hadn’t even known what I had expected. I had felt stupid for asking. “It’s exciting, isn’t it?” Elsa had said, looking hopeful. “The ladies will be choosing maids, and if we’re picked, no more peeling potatoes or scrubbing floors! That’s a win for us.”

The way she said it, was quiet, certain, like the goddess herself was speaking through her, it made the room go still. After the others dispersed to start the day’s chaos, I stayed behind, watching sunlight creep across the cracked marble floor. It felt surreal. This throne room, once soaked in blood, would soon host a coronation. Wolves would kneel here. Banners would rise and Elara… my Elara… would be crowned queen of Astrid. I found her by the balcony, staring out at the valley where the first construction teams were already gathering. “You should rest,” I said quietly.

"You've got me. The baby. Serena is rearranging the whole damn feast. Even Elan is documenting it properly with Vida watching his every move." Fred slid another page over. "Speaking of Elan, his medical team confirmed the six-month timeline. He'll attend the coronation but from the side observation." "Good," Mabella said firmly. "He documents. We celebrate. No mixing the two." Serena tapped her pages. "And the greeting protocols are set. Renner gets the northern approach with his wolves. Senna's riders come in from the east at dusk for maximum drama. She'll love that."

The sound of melodious piano notes hum in the air as the main door of the hall opens dramatically, all eyes turning to the back. Elara makes her way into the hall, coming down the small step carefully. Her gown, the way she walks, the aura around her all seems… more refined. I hate to admit it but she's looking… very graceful. That's the only compliment I can manage to give her. As per tradition no one stands at her entrance, we're only to stand and bow when she's officially crowned Queen.

Was this the same girl I once held so dear? I took a deep breath, slowly releasing the grip I had on my thigh, where my fingers had dug into the flesh. From the very beginning of our relationship, Elsa had never let me touch her. She always said she needed to be sure I was "the one," and that everything would have to wait until after we were married. The invitation I never got was something others had already used countless times. I stood up and raised my glass, instantly drawing everyone’s attention. Elsa’s face turned pale and her expression was tense as she stared at me. Her eyes were warning me to stay quiet.

Elsa POV cont'd I shushed my mouth immediately while I watched them. "I'll be taking your first daughter for the alpha instead of your second daughter Lisa" she said while smirking at my father. "Never!!!!" Father screamed turning the tea table upside down while glaring at the lady sitting across him who seemed unbothered by the tantrums he was throwing. "And why if I may ask?" She said, still putting on a smile on her face. "Doesn't she frown at all?" I found myself asking the question.

- My voice comes out in a growl, I didn't like that sudden and senseless decision of my partner's parents. —We decided that it would be good to celebrate Elisa's twenty-first birthday so as not to let such a special date go unnoticed, as it would be the moment that she would assume the Collins kingdom– he sighs, looking tired and would even feel sorry if he didn't think so. the idea is absurd.