Queen of His Heart

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Eve’s heart was going to burst from her chest. As she stood on the peripheral of the thick conifers, her heart thumped because of the event to follow. She was glad she felt another emotion other than morning sickness.

It was tradition to have important events at night when the moon was at its highest. It was the perfect time for Selene to bless the Kingdom, and tonight, its new Queen. Beside her were the people she chose to represent her at the ceremony: June, Basile, Antionette, Eloise, and Dimitri, and Clarise.

Above anything else, Evangeline was proud and enthused. She did not reject her title or find sadness in it; she was thrilled to be able to finally claim her rightful place on the throne. Still, she was nervous, and still she had the crippling fear that somehow all of her wouldn’t be enough.

Don’ fucking trip, she told herself.

“You look incredible, ma beauté,” Basile comforted. “Just smile.”

Evangeline nodded and took a breath, smoothing out her gown.

“And don’t you dare ruin this dress,” he ordered. She laughed and nodded. He began fidgeting with her bodice and he ticked his tongue in annoyance. “We just took your measurements why is this so tight?” He asked himself. “Maybe the fabric shrunk.”

“It’s time!”

Eve jumped from Clarise’s shout and she took a breath before walking forward. She was the point and the rest of her party created two diagonal lines behind her. In her hands she held a bouquet of orchids and baby’s breath that hung over her hands to her knees. Her hair was in long locks, falling over her shoulders.

It was customary for the new Luna to walk through the conifers; June and Clarise held the train of her dress behind her so the soil didn’t ruin it. The birds above her chirped as she walked under the canopy of green. Finally she made it to the stone pathway that led her to cobblestone stairs. She walked up and finally was at the edge of the open garden in the middle of the castle. On either side, Lycanthropes stood up off their chairs, turning to face the alter where Paulus was waiting.

She walked slowly down the aisle until she was in front of him. He was in a full cassock that went to his feet. It was navy blue and gold to match Kingdom colors. He smiled, warmly. “Are you ready?”

“More than anything.”

“Madam, is your Majesty willing to take the Oath?” The archbishop asked.

She nodded. Her hands shook from nervousness. She thought that when she finally stood here she would feel like a Queen but she felt more like a girl playing Queen. “I am willing.”

Paulus opened his robe and took out an old book. Evangeline placed her hand on it and raised her left one. “Do you solemnly swear to govern the Peoples of the Lycanthrope Kingdom, according to their respective laws and customs?”

“I will,” she said fiercely.

“Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the Laws of the Goddess and the true profession of Selene?”

“I will.”

“Do you swear to protect, aid, and advise our King to the best of your ability? Act as the mother of our realm and tame our King so that he may rule as best he can? Do you swear it to thee to rule in our King’s place if ever he may fall?”

Evangeline swallowed as she nodded. The mere thought of Adlaric getting hurt made her stomach turn in a bad way. She loved him. “I solemnly swear.”

“Will you work as partners, not individuals in preserving our Kingdom?”

“We will.”

Paulus looked behind Eve and she turned around to see her handsome mate walking up the aisle to stand beside her. He took her breath away in his royal attire. He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it before turning to Paulus. The elder went back into his robe and took out a sharp knife before handing it to him. This was the only part Eve didn’t look forward to.

Adlaric held the knife in his hand for a moment before looking at her. This part made his stomach churn. He wasn’t looking forward to it. He grabbed her hand and heard her take a sharp breath. “I love you,” he said. She smiled.

“I love you,” she whispered. He placed the knife on her palm. He couldn’t do it; he couldn’t hurt her. The prospect of cutting her made him see red. She wouldn’t heal immediately after, not like him. The pain to her would be far worse than the pain to him.

“It’s okay,” she said reassuring him with a bright smile. “I want you to do it.”

“I’ll make it quick.” With that, the knife slid across her hand and it was the first time she could actually feel his brazen strength. She winced, pulling her hand away, but he held it firm in front of them. She tried to hold back her tears.

Eve took the knife and sliced Adlaric’s hand. Then he placed his cut hand on hers and the archbishop wrapped their hands with a moon-shaped locket.

Adlaric stared down at her with a burning passion. Eve matched the adoration in his eyes as they spoke. “I promise to love you and our Kingdom. I promise to be the light in your darkness. I promise to pull you up when you fall down. I promise this and so much more,” they chanted in sync. For a moment, Adlaric found himself back at that ball.

His instincts took over when someone stepped on the train of her dress and she went tumbling forward. He was in front of her before he could understand what he was doing. His wolf only took over like that once before and that was when he killed the prisoner.

She yelled out but was shocked to feel a hand wrap around her waist. Her hand grabbed his large bicep through his suit. Eve picked up her feet and stood up straight again. She gasped when she realized it was the man on the throne.

“I-I’m so sorry,” she stuttered, embarrassed. His wolf was clawing to get out. Adalric had to swallow to control himself. He had not touched her skin, only her dress and she only touched his suit. He knew it was impossible but...

Slowly– almost painfully –he brought his hand up to her cheek. Naturally, Eve nuzzled her head into his hand. Eve gasped as she felt soft tingles against her cheek, but it wasn’t enough to make her want to pull away. She wanted him to never leave her. She could feel something deep within her snap and suddenly every thought of hers was consumed with just him. She could cry when she realized she would have to go home and he would pull away soon. Her hands found the lapels of his suit and she hung on for dear life; she wanted him to stay.

Adlaric was shocked. Unlike Eve, he knew what his feelings were and he felt them even stronger. For once, his wolf went completely silent. He found her. He found her after three centuries of looking. She was young, he could tell. She was innocent. She was pure. She was everything he was not. Suddenly it wasn’t just him; it was her. He would protect her. He would cherish her. She was everything he ever needed. She saved him from death.

Eve’s eyes furrowed when she saw a tear fall from his eye. Her hands moved on their own accord. Her palms went to his cheeks and her thumb wiped away the tear.

“Is everything okay?” She asked lightly.

He could burst at how delicate her voice was. He understood, now, what people felt when they found theirs. She was by far the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her touch made his stomach twist. Her eyes could calm a storm. He was hers. Now, he just had to make her his. He smiled, brightly, for the first time in years. He was more than okay.

“I’m happy,” he whispered. When she smiled, his heart stopped and for a moment, he thought he would die right there. Eve’s eyes moved from his to the people standing behind him and she blushed. She looked down at her feet, embarrassed. “I’m afraid I started a scene.”

His memory faded and he was left with the image of his sweet mate in front of him. Then, she was a girl. She was a girl in his wolf world. She was a girl that he feared he would break. He was wrong then. She wasn’t weak or fragile. Evangeline was the finest of jewels and the strongest of diamonds. She was no girl anymore. She was a Queen. She was a woman. She was divine, sexy, beautiful, sweet, intelligent, funny...

And she was all his. Forever.

When the archbishop removed the locket, Adlaric’s hand was healed, but her’s was still gushing.

Quickly, Adlaric moved her hand to his lips and licked her wound. She gasped as she watched her skin heal almost instantly. “Thank you,” she said. With her blood still on his lips, he leaned down and kissed her neck before stepping away.

Paulus stepped aside and revealed the throne that was placed behind him. It was large and gold, similar to the one next to it. Eve looked at the archbishop who gestured to the giant chair. She hesitantly and carefully took steps forward, feeling the train of her dress drag against the stone.

The chair represented the core of the Kingdom and as she sat down, she could feel raw, carnal power surge through her. Paulus walked behind the chair and gingerly laid a golden crown on her head. Another moment passed, and she stood up walking forward. Adlaric came to her side.

“I give you Queen Evangeline, Luna of Lunas, mother of wolves, savior of Lycanthropes,” Paulus announced.

The pride radiating from him was palpable. She had gone through so much in the passed year, but here she stood. As his Queen. As his Moon. As his Heart. She was a blessing sent to him. She was worth every century he had waited for her.

His ear flittered as he heard shuffling from across the palace. He didn’t take his eyes off her though. Her smile was radiant as the palace screamed and howled to their new Queen.

Eve turned to Adlaric and pulled his hand to her lips where she kissed his callused knuckles. A sharp pain went through her abdomen. Before she could look down, she saw Adlaric’s shocked-filled face as he pushed her to the ground and covered her with his body.

Eve looked down at her stomach and saw the blood soaking her white– now red – gown. Pain corrupted her body and she winced as she felt herself weakening. She gargled blood and watched as Adlaric yelled orders. Everything blurred in front of her eyes. What happened? Was she shot?

Adlaric leaned forward. “Stay strong,” he ordered. “Evangeline, don’t you dare leave me!” His growl hardly was recognized by her as her senses dulled to unprecedented lows. Adlaric clung to her as his warriors ravaged the place looking for the culprit. His hands shook as he attempted to stop the bleeding. He never wished she was a Lycan. He never really card that she was human, but right now her wished more than anything that she could heal rapidly. He pulled her into his lap and cradled her head to his as he rocked her back and forth.

“I love you,” he murmured. “I love you so much. I need more time with you,” he rasped out, a tear falling down his cheek. Shakily she raised her hand and put it on his that was on here stomach.

“I-I have to t-tell you something,” Eve croaked as blood ran down her cheek. “It should b-be a crime for someone to love s-someone as much as I love you. I-I’m pr–” Her eyes closed and her heart stopped. All she heard was the grief-ridden howl of her dearest beloved.

And all she could think about was the baby growing in her stomach– the one she would never see born.




The coronation first part of his speech is from the coronation of Queen Elizabeth and is NOT MINE.

...I literally sobbed while writing this. I hope it made you sad hahaha. I hope I conveyed the absolute pain Adlaric and Eve are feeling

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