95. ANGEL

“I officially welcome you to our kingdom as our Queen.” He smiled as he lowered the crown to the top of my head. “Welcome home, Your Highness.” The man who married Lucas and me had been the one to perform the ceremony. It was held in the throne room with my mates standing at the front, Xavier standing by the doors, and a man with a camera moving around to film the ceremony. The dress was uncomfortable, and the pins Debora used to fix my hair was starting to give me a headache. I knew I was sweaty under the heavy material and it made me uncomfortable. Mason had done a great job making the arrangements. I just wished they had warned me about the questions I was expected to answer and the vows I was to make to the people before I was crowned. In truth, it wasn’t as bad as I had imagined it would be. But I was itching to get out of the dress. And the shoes. Debora made me wear heels with the dress and I felt like had been standing for what felt like hours. Lucas stepped forward to