Chapter 90: Announcement of a Queen

POV King Leo

After everyone left New York, I decided to stay with my family for an extra day. I had many late hours talking to my dad about life in general, and my dad, Alpha Brian the wise, had a lot of good advice to give me. He told me something that resonates well with my relationship with Portia. His advice for a relationship with a leader was always to attend to your Mate, listen to her and hear what she says. A leader must always agree with their mates because she will feel appreciated and return it for respect and love. She will become the number one cheerleader for all your causes. I listened attentively to my dad's advice because I admired his relationship with my mom, Bonnie. I could see how often he validated my mom and how she dotes on him. I desire to have this kind of relationship with my future spouse.

On my return to Poland, I spoke with my Father, King Ferb, about announcing Portia as my future Queen. Father agreed; he said she was well prepared for life as a Queen; she had all the training and knew the protocols of the nations. He told me that her leadership skills were well suited to mine and that he prophesied the Polish Kingdom to be more robust and balanced with two strong leaders such as us.

My Father, King Ferb, called the Royal reporters and told them that a Queen was identified. He refrained from giving a name. All the Television stations were buzzing with the words—a Queen in the making. There were numerous interviews for Me and My Mate, my Queen, but that will have to wait.

My Mate, Portia, and I embarked on a journey to Norway and Denmark, eager to meet my aunts and ensure the alliance between our countries remained strong.

As we arrived in Norway, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and responsibility. The breakaway from Scandinavia had unsettled me quite a bit, and I knew I had to do everything I could to restore faith and belief in the region's unity.

With my aunts married to the older Kings of these countries, I saw an opportunity to strengthen bonds and gather support. The moment we stepped into the grand halls, we were welcomed with pomp and scene, as if we were the stars of their fairytale. My aunts' admiration for their nephew shone brightly, and they showered us as a couple with love and affection.

My aunts, Queen Astrid of Norway and Queen Ingrid of Denmark, were happy to see me, their nephew and eager to meet my beloved mate, Portia. They both understood the importance of finding true love and were thrilled to witness my happiness firsthand. In their regal style, each aunt organised a splendid ball that surpassed any event I attended.

Amidst the swirling dance floor, Portia and I felt as if they were floating on a cloud, surrounded by the love and support of my family. The royal introductions were successful, and I couldn't have been prouder. I knew my aunts' approval was of great importance, not just for us, but for the unity of the kingdoms.

After bidding farewell to Norway and Denmark, Portia and I returned to Poland, where we would announce our love to the Kingdom. I wanted to wait until everything was back to the "new normal," as My father, King Leo, was still serving his time in New York and wished to be present for my wedding. He would have a break and return to New York.

The anticipation grew as the day of the announcement approached. Cameras flashed, and reporters jostled to capture the royal couple's every move. Portia and I stood united, radiating joy and confidence, as we gave our first official interview as an engaged couple. The world watched in awe as we spoke of our shared dreams, love, and dedication to the Polish kingdom. They dubbed our story as the Romance of the Century.

As the interview concluded, I, King Leo, couldn't help but feel exhilarated about the journey that brought me to this moment. The path had only sometimes been smooth, but with Portia by my side, I knew we could conquer anything. Our love story was just beginning, and there were still many chapters to write.

After the exhilarating interview, the pace in the kingdom picked up. The royal planners gathered in the castle's grand hall as my grandmother, Roseann, flew to Poland with my mom, Bonnie, eager to assist in the wedding preparations. Menus were shown, and extensive food tastings had to be done to ensure a delectable feast for the guests. As the royal couple, we meticulously chose our wedding cake, going through countless samples until we found the perfect blend of flavour and design.

Decorations were carefully selected, with Grandmother Roseann and the planners considering every detail, from the flowers adorning the chapel to the elegant centrepieces for the banquet hall. The team also chose commemorative wedding plaques, personalised with our names and the date of our union, to be given as a token of gratitude to our esteemed guests.

As the excitement built, Bonnie, Roseann, and Portia set off on a memorable shopping trip to find the perfect wedding gown. However, despite their efforts, they found nothing suitable. Frustrated, Portia confided in me, and I reassured her that her dress would be perfect, as her our moms would see to its creation. With everyone in agreement, we put our trust in Portia’s mom, Lady Joanna Sparks' impeccable taste and artistic skills in creating a dress fit for a queen and dresses fit for the royal bridesmaid.

While the wedding dress took shape in secret, I diligently supervised the selection of the kingly robes, ensuring that they exuded regality and tradition. Every detail mattered, and I spared no effort in bringing my vision to life.

Once the preparations were near completion, the invitations were sent, bearing the official seal of the kingdom, each enveloped in an intricate design. The anticipation grew as the responses poured in, confirming the attendance of esteemed guests from far and wide.

With the wedding day approaching, the weekend before the big event arrived, the castle was an exciting place to be. The twenty -four bridesmaids and groomsmen turned up for a massive rehearsal, diligently following the choreography of the grand processional that would mark the beginning of the ceremony. Portia's parents, Brian and Ferb, stood proudly by her side as my grandparents, Bea and Mom, beamed with love and anticipation.

Family and friends at our- bride and groom's party arrived one by one, filling the castle with laughter and joy. The atmosphere was electric as everyone prepared for the celebration of a lifetime.

Everything was set in place for the grand Banquet, where royalty and guests would come together to indulge in a feast fit for kings and queens. Following the Banquet, the castle would be transformed into a magical ballroom, where the newlyweds and their guests would dance the night away, celebrating love unity.

It would be the beginning of a new chapter. A king and Queen would continue beyond the ball, unveiling the adventures and challenges that awaited us in our royal journey. As the kingdom eagerly awaited the upcoming festivities, little did we know that our lives would be forever changed in wayswe could never have imagined.

My Beloved Readers,

By now, you would be eager to see read about this wedding and brace yourself for what comes next.

Love always,

Your author.