Chapter 33: Epilogue

Before the sun rose. The maids began to dress Amelia. She had slipped on her corset and was now ready to wear the red imperial ceremonial gown.

It was the most expensive female clothing in the kingdom, and only the queen could wear it.

Yes, it was Amelia’s day of coronation. Harry’s father had passed away a few months ago due to complications from the poison he was served. Turns out the poison had damaged him totally and the cure was only able to preserve him. When he passed away, Harry had been so devastated, she’d spent most of her time trying to console him. He never wanted her to leave his side.

She was going to be the Luna queen. It was all so overwhelming. She had a lot planned out for the people, most especially the women, and now, she had the perfect platform.

“You have to hurry!” It was Veronica. She leaped into the room, striding towards her daughter.

Amelia had chosen to dress from her home. She wanted to stay there one last time before finally moving to the palace.

“You look so gorgeous,” Veronica smiled, “you’re beautiful, just perfect!” The maids were now painting her face.

“Not too much,” she whispered to them and cocked her head at Veronica. “Thank you, mother.”

At last, they were finished. On her feet, she wore black socks and a pair of high-heeled shoes. And then she concealed her face with a veil.

A special carriage, whose entire body was made of gold and wheels wrought with the same precious metal, waited for Amelia outside the garden.

Her family were in another carriage right behind hers. It was going to be a long but eventful day.

As the carriage rumpled on the street, she stretched out her hand, waving at the people. Many were on the street in celebration of the future Luna. They were cheering, drumming and dancing.

The palace finally came into the view, and Amelia strode on the street into the coronation hall. Harry was already in front, waiting for her. The hall was filled with people, all expecting their future Luna.

When she entered the hall, the air spread her fragrance across the room. The ministers, councilors and other reputable heads of packs were present in the room.

“You smell so good, and you look stunning,” Harry said through the mind-link.

“Thank you, your highness,” she smiled as she arrived at the front.

The air was filled with music playing in the background. The flute, piano and violin had a soothing sound, giving a balance to the atmosphere.

“I have a surprise for you,” Harry whispered through the mind-link, and she raised an amused brow. They weren’t supposed to be whispering.

“Look at the front row,” he said, and Amelia cocked her head, her gaze connecting with Laura, Lucy…and, and Lake!

The portal was still open but was well guided. The plan was to sign a treaty with the humans, for an opportunity for the people to meet and experience them.

They were all the same. Whether good or bad.

“You did that for me?” She said through the mind link, almost in tears.

Harry nodded.

“Let the ceremony begin!” The herald bellowed and the people knelt in respect.

Harry held her hand, before striding to the golden throne.

She finally understood the importance of marrying a mate. She understood the importance of choosing the one created for oneself.

Troy had married Emily, and they were quite happy, but it just wasn’t the same as finding one's mate. They were blessed with two pups at the moment. Meredith had married a few months ago, and she was also happy.

They both continued to keep the memory of Sophia alive.

Amelia decided, when she finally becomes the queen, she'll create a foundation in the memory of her dear friend.

Her grandfather had predicted her glorious purpose, and now, she was living the prophecy.

“Kneel,” the herald commanded, he’d been given the power to coronate the Luna, and Amelia obeyed.

Dropping to her kneel, she felt the crown on her head.

Thousands of eyes were watching her, and she tightened her eyes as the moment remained. The moment of glory and honor.

“I now pronounce you, the Luna queen of the Tairan kingdom. The mother of the nation, the wife of the Alpha king!” The herald bellowed.

“Long live the queen!” He shouted, and the people echoed.

“Long live the queen!”

Harry was now at her front, he held her hand to help her up, leading her to the throne next to him.

“Long live the queen!” The people raised their hands and echoed.

After the ceremony, there was a dance and a banquet. Different quests had approached to congratulate her, some she knew, and others she didn’t.

“Your majesty!” Amelia cocked her head. It was Meredith, and she was heavily pregnant.

“Am I allowed to hug her royal majesty?” She teased, and Amelia chuckled “You’re free, my friend,” she whispered, and Meredith embraced her warmly.

“I’m so proud of you,” she was crying, and Amelia patted her back. “I’m an emotional wreck, I know.”

Amelia smiled. It was logical. She was pregnant.

She was glad that, after the ceremony, she’d finally be with the king and have a child of her own.

“Thank you,” Amelia responded.

“Amelia,” she turned to the owner of the voice that used to be music to her ears. He was wearing a black suit, making him appear more serious than he was; his hair was nicely cut, and his hands were tucked in his trousers.

“Lake,” she said as he limped to her side. “Thank you for coming.”

A small smile formed at the corner of his lips, “your husband, his royal majesty was quite adamant.”

Amelia chuckled. She could only imagine how pestering he must have been.

“Congratulations,” Lake said.

“Thank you,” she responded.

“I brought you something,” he said, revealing the necklace he’d stolen a year ago.

“My necklace!” Her eyes sparkled, “my father shall be so pleased,” she said and then paused.

“You know what, you can have it.”

Lake widened his eyes.

“As a remembrance of our first encounter,” she smiled, recalling the day.

“Thank you, Amelia. You changed my life,” he said softly, “I have also grown fond of the necklace.”

There was something in his eyes; they still both cared for each other, and he remained her first love.

Laura and Lucy joined them, also congratulating her.

How different was her life going to be now?

“May I have this dance, your majesty?” Amelia felt her cheeks flame up. It was her Harry, he was behind her, his hand stretched out.

“Of course,” she whispered as she turned, then he led her to the dance floor.

Her moves had gotten much better, and the people paused to watch them.

“I can’t believe we’re finally together,” she whispered to him.

“Now and forever, my queen,” he said, twirling her around. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” she whispered.

So much they’d gone through together.

“I’m proud of you, Amelia.”

It was her wolf this time, and they were closer than ever.

“Thank you,” she muttered with a smile.

THE END