The Lycan Prince Maid
The crowns were presented — Caleb's ceremonial, heavy with the weight of generations of Lycan heritage, while mine was simpler, crafted from silver, engraved with the same crescent moon design as the pendant Isolde had given me prior to the ritual.
"Caleb Lake," Lucien proclaimed, his voice resonating clearly throughout the hushed chamber, "I crown you King of the Lycans."
As the weight settled onto Caleb's head, I observed a change in his stance, the final transformation from prince to sovereign visibly completing before the assembled witnesses.
"Gina Hane," Lucien continued, turning to me, his voice carrying genuine warmth beneath the formal solemnity, "I crown you Seer Queen."
The moment
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