Nova’s POV
“Done?” I asked, staring at the white ceiling with my arms spread. The maids were tying the ribbon of the purple Lycan’s royal dress.
“Yes, your Highness!” they announced, gently brought down my arms.
I smiled, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The golden image of the Lycan’s fang on the dress made my eyes twitch. I smiled, tracing my fingers on the symbol of the Lycan on the dress.
“It’s beautiful!” the word left my mouth, I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, and my fingers kept roaming the symbol on the dress until I felt my finger pressed on my navel.
‘Soon, this flat tummy will grow to bump when it finally carries my pup’
I thought back to what Prescott told me the previous night, a warm smile spread across my face, I couldn’t hide the flush that appeared on my cheeks as I gently rubbed my palm on my tummy, wishing I would feel a heartbeat.
“Are you ready now, your Highness? His Majesty is waiting outside.” one of the maids uttered, I cleared my throat, stepping away from the mirror as I tried to organize myself.
“Is… Am I beautiful… I mean, does this dress go well with my skin?” I blabbed, staring from my arm to my toe.
The maids chuckled, feeling amused by my worries. “His Majesty picked this dress himself, he knows what is good for you, don’t doubt his Majesty’s taste.” she smiled, their faces flushed as they spoke of his Majesty.
My eyebrows knitted, and I smirked at myself as I watched them try to hide their gazes from me. “Crushing on His Majesty, huh?” I smirked, watching them bat their lashes before shaking their heads like a thief in denying their thefts.
“No. Not at all, Your Highness!”
“We dare not do such a thing!”
“Not to his Majesty. We are not allowed to do such!”
“Why not?” I chuckled, pressing my thumb on my jaw, “Why can’t you crush on him? I thought everyone wanted to have a powerful mighty and sexy person like His Majesty?” I grinned softly, watching their cheeks grow more reddish.
Oh, dear, the maid was indeed crushing on my sexy beast.
“Hmm. Others can only crush on His Majesty, but Your Highness is the only one who can have him.”
Their reply made my wolf stir, feeling proud that we were the only ones for a mate.
“You’re right. I am the only one that can have him.” I smiled proudly. My shoulders held higher than before as I walked out of the bed chamber with the maids trailing behind me.
We got outside to see Prescott, resting his back on a black car with his arms crossed. Two other black cars were also parked with guards standing next to it.
I stopped in my tracks, taking in the sight of Prescott. He was dressed in a crisp, cream-coloured suit, his jet-black hair slicked back with two strands falling over his forehead. A glint of light caught my eye, and I noticed a small stud earring in his left ear, adding an extra touch of style. His thick eyebrows raised slightly as if in silent question, and for a moment, I couldn’t look away. His features were striking, almost too perfect to be real.
I didn’t know Prescott had already gotten to my front until I heard his hoarse voice, calling out my name in a way that made my heart throb.
“My Queen,” he called, jolting me out of my thoughts. I gulped down nervously, staring at Prescott who had a charming smile plastered on his face.
His eyes met mine, and he smiled even more. The corners of his eyes crinkled, and his lips parted, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. The sight of him made my heart skip a beat, he was the definition of handsome.
“My dear little mate, you are breathtaking. As I watched you walk out the door, you shone like a new dawn, bringing light and beauty to the world around you. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from you – you had me transfixed. You are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, inside and out. My heart is filled with joy just by being in your presence.” Prescott exclaimed, his eyes gleaming as he stretched his hand to my face, cupping my cheeks with care.
I smiled, my cheeks heating up in a flushed smile. I pressed my lips into a thin line, biting down on my bottom lip. His compliments made me speechless, didn’t know what to say but to smile.
“I can’t wait for this to be over so I can take this dress off you. You look beautiful with them on, but you’d look more sexier without them.” he breathed on my face, leaning in for a kiss.
“Ahh,” I gasped when I felt his teeth, biting my lips.
He pulled away, grabbing my hand and locking our fingers together. “Let’s get this over with, first.”
I cleared my throat, walking beside him as he led me towards the parked car. The guards rushed to open the door for us, I smiled, trying to free my hand from his hold but he didn’t let go of my hand.
We got inside the car with Prescott staring at me like I would disappear from the car if he should take his eyes off of me.
I rubbed our hands on my lap, suddenly feeling a little nervous about the whole event. I didn’t know how I should react when we got there, I heard both species would be there.
The first time I was with His Majesty in an open place was during my Coronation, my heart was full of hate then, but now my heart was full of love for the man I had once hated with every Viber in me.
How did I react when I was around him? Everything seemed like a dream, a dream that I never thought would one day become my reality.
The cars pulled over in front of the banquet hall. I took a deep breath as the car opened from the outside, Prescott might have sensed my discomfort, he pressed my hand, giving me a smile that told me to not worry that he would be there with me.
I smiled back at him, nodding my head, letting him know I got his message.
We stepped down from the car, walking on the red carpet with my hand wrapped around Prescott’s arm, he didn’t say a word other than the constant smile he kept on giving me until we got to the door.
“His Majesty the King and Her Highness the Queen are here.” the head steward announced as the heavy doors swung open, revealing a ballroom different from the last time.
It that was resplendent with finery. Colorful tapestries adorned the walls, while crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead. The guests, werewolves and Lycans alike, rose to their feet, bowing and curtsying as we entered the hall.
“Long live the King. Long live the Queen.” they chanted as we walked past them.
The guests’ eyes followed us as we made our way to the dais, where two ornate thrones awaited us.
The room fell silent as we took our seats, and I could feel the anticipation in the air. I took a deep breath, my heart throbbed as I looked through the crowd.
“Seat!” the head steward announced when we had completely seated in our seats. The guests gave the last bow before taking their seats.
As my eyes scanned the room, I noticed my family sitting at a table nearby. They were surrounded by the most distinguished guests, yet they sat there with grace and dignity, not out of place among the nobility and royalty. The sight of them filled me with pride and joy. I had never imagined that being Queen would bring me such fulfilment and happiness. To see my family here, seated among the top 5 supremacy was more than I could have dreamed of.
“It is with great pride that I, Elder Bighana, address this gathering on behalf of the elders of this nation,” he began, his voice booming across the ballroom. “We come together to celebrate the reign of our magnificent King, Prescott, and to honour his commitment to strength and prosperity. May this banquet be a testament to his vision for the future, and may it bring joy and good fortune to all who attend.” he smiled, giving Prescott a court bow. The crowd erupted into applause as he did that, the sound echoing off the walls of the grand hall.
“But before we break bread, let us first hear the royal address from the man of the hour,” Elder Bighana continued, his voice reverberating through the hall. “I present to you, King Prescott, Ruler of Wildfang and Guardian of the Nation.”
The room fell silent as His Majesty rose from his throne and approached the front of the hall.
As Prescott paused, the anticipation in the room grew palpable. The guests leaned forward in their seats, eager to hear what the king had to say. I, too, was transfixed, my eyes fixed on the man who had captured my heart and my hand in marriage. His bearing was regal, his presence commanding. I knew he would deliver a speech worthy of this grand occasion.
The silence stretched on, the tension building until finally, the king began to speak. His voice was deep and resonant, filling the hall with authority and gravitas.
“Before I address the crowd, I must first address the woman who holds my heart,” he spoke, turning around to face me, his eyes meeting mine. “My dear wife, my beloved mate, I am forever in your debt. Without you, I would not be standing here today with so much love in my heart. You are my strength, my light, and my inspiration. I love you more than words can say, and I am forever yours, my little mate!”
The guests erupted in cheers, and beautiful howls filled the air, screaming and cheering His Majesty for his acknowledgement of me.
My heart soared as he spoke, his words washing over me like a warm embrace. I had never felt so cherished, so treasured. With my heart thumping hard against my chest, I gave him a slight bow, hiding my flushed face away from the crowd that kept cheering for me.