Page 138 of Hunger & Harmony

“You’re all still family,” I say, happy when they each stand straight again. “I’ll need your help with this whole . . .queen thing, anyway.”

“Of course.” Selene glances at her wristwatch. “There isn’t much time before midnight. You’re sure about broadcasting the ceremony?”

I nod.

“If our downfall was shown to the world twice, then why not our ascension?”

Each candle flickers higher, like Sancte Noctis itself approves.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Ezren exclaims, and even Ryel hums his agreement.

“Well said.”

“You were always meant to complete the bond,” Cass says. “And now, you’re restoring the crown.”

I lean against Niko’s front, and his arms wrap around me securely. My eyes return to our thrones up ahead. In mere hours, we’ll publicly claim our bond and sit before the world as King and Queen.

“I can’t say I saw any of this coming,” I admit quietly. “But it feels right.”

Funny. I was the pop fan who dismissed rock music and Arteria’s sound completely. I’m still me. I’ll always prefer pop music, and I won’t ever be able to sing or play an instrument.

At least I found freedom for good this time. I found it in love, even with its share of burdens. I like who I’m becoming. I’ll flourish into who I’ve always meant to be.

“Let’s get you ready, then,” Selene says, and I beam when she offers her hand. “The world waits for Sancte Noctis’ queen.”

Murmurs hush. Cameras refocus on the opening doors. Painted visages and curious faces turn to look.

“His Majesty, Reigning Supreme of the Western Courts, King Niklaus Vane!”

During our three-day respite, Niko discussed claiming his own name over candlelight. Alaric Soren is a shadow of his father, and he wishes to leave that legacy in the past.

A smile pulls my lips, watching his eyes shine proudly. He is now King Niklaus Vane to the world and his kingdom. He bears the only name his mother wanted for him, and her maiden name.

There’s a brief pause before the announcer continues.

“And Her Majesty, Exalted Resonant of the Western Courts, Queen Cadence Vane!”

With my gloved arm joined with his, Niko leads us forward. We follow the crimson path across the throne room, the luxurious rug lined with candles and rose petals. On each side, onlookers and cameras alike keep their focus on us.

Midnight blue sweeps down my legs to the floor. I was allowed to choose, and this gown captivated me the moment I saw it. Like stars, crystal embellishments dot along the brocade fabric, the deep navy cascading from the off-shoulder neckline to the flare of the skirt.

A matching velvet choker covers my neck, with one very special guitar pick descending my collarbones. I wanted to wear blue and claim this evening as my own. But I’ll always keep this red pendant over my heart.

Something new sits on my carefully pinned-up hair: a crown. Gold twists into stunning branches, a few golden butterflies resting next to the crystal dewdrops. The perfect acknowledgement of my metamorphosis.

Beside me, Niko wears his own delight. From the ivory crown nestled on his dark hair to the black velvet draped on his body, one would see he’s dressed no differently. Yet, he returns to his throne a different man. The hints of gold threaded amongst staunch fabric, and the soft smile he keeps sneaking me, relax my bare shoulders.

This is not just the beginning of our reign.

This is a new era of power through choice.

Hums of approval swell through the crowd, blending with the Vox Crown’s serene music. For the faces I can see, excited, awe-struck, and hopeful expressions catch my attention. I don’t bother keeping a straight face. My smile beams back at them.

Our journey comes to an end. Niko and I exchange a smile before we pull away and assume our places on smooth onyx.

Blood hums under the scent of incense. After sitting, I cast my gaze over the crowd, the details of their garments richer, and their voices sharper in my ears.

“She isn’t like us.”