The Alpha King’s Special Mate
I trailed off when.
“All hail the king! All hail the king! All hail the King! Princess Emily! Princess Emily! Princess Emily!” voices chorused. I turned my head to see Emmet walking into the hall, wearing the Eastern royal attire and crown. It had been a really long time. He looked slightly older, but his features were still the same.
Emily, his twin, was dressed in a white shimmering dress, with dramatic furred wings extending from her back. She beamed, waving brightly at everyone who greeted them as they passed.