A/N: I'm so glad to see that a few people are really enjoying this story so far. As stated before, I do not own Illéa, The Selection or the canon characters. Enjoy!
As I re-entered the sanctuary I'd left just a short hour before I looked before the people of Illéa that had gathered to celebrate the day. The wedding had been slightly more private, but a large number of people had been invited to watch and participate in my coronation. While I had been whisked away to be changed between the wedding ceremony and the coronation, more of my country's people had been brought in and seated. I'd been assured that they had all been thoroughly vetted before being granted admittance. I walked up the same aisle I had just walked up to meet Maxon at the alter for our marriage, but this time Lucy and Mary walked behind me, helping to navigate the cape that rested on my shoulders—it really wasn't as heavy as it appeared to be, which surprised, but pleased, me.
I must admit, I really did look quite regal, and I hoped I was doing Queen Amberly proud. I made it all the way to the alter, I kneeled before both Maxon and the Priest, just as I had been instructed to do so, during the few practice runs we'd done. I bowed my head before them, as various prayers were said. After a while, I was addressed.
"Princess America, are you willing to take the Oath, before the Lord, King Maxon, and all the people of Illéa?" The Priest said.
"I am willing," I responded.
"Do you swear to do your best in helping King Maxon run this country with the best interests of the People in mind at all times?"
"I swear," I said.
"Will you do everything in your power to ensure that the safety and welfare of all people in Illéa, to uphold the law fairly and justly among all of Illéa?
"I solemnly swear," I stated.
"Please rise, your Highness," the Priest said to me.
I stood at his request, and turned to face the people of my county. My insides felt like they were knotting up, but I held a calm and collected exterior to show the world.
"Then upon your word, we announce you as Her Majesty, Queen America Schreave," the Priest said.
As the Priest spoke, Maxon removed the tiara I'd worn for the wedding and placed it on a red velvet pillow, before lifting a crown from another velvet pillow. He moved slowly, placing the crown upon my head.
"Long live Queen America!" The Priest called.
"Long live Queen America!" Sing-songed the hundreds of voices in the crowed before me.
*** 4 Hours Later ***
I was exhausted! My feet ached, and I was ready to collapse into bed for the night. There were so many flashing cameras, not just from the general public, but from the official photoshoot that followed directly after my coronation. Before the ceremony, many of photos were taken of Maxon and me in all our wedding formal wear, since we knew we didn't have time after to do so. If another picture was at never taken of me after today, it'd be too soon!
I was a little disappointed that Maxon and I weren't going to get a honeymoon right away, but I accepted it as part of our duties. We had to first ensure that everything was in place and settled before we went off.
Sighing, a pulled Maxon close and whispered softly. "Let's go to bed, Maxon."
The sun had set at least an hour ago, though I'd already lost track of time. Maxon looked at me and stood, I could tell he clearly agreed with me. He stood and followed me, his hand in mine, as I led him to the suite we now shared. Off to either side of the suite we shared another suite of rooms fed off. To one side was a suite for Maxon, which housed his personal study, and to the other side was my own suite, which also housed my own study. I liked it, though I figured the two of us would primary utilize the shared suite.
We dismissed the maids that had been busy readying and tidying our room, though the guards remained outside the closed doors. I leaned into Maxon, pressing my lips to his as he wrapped his arms around me. We stumbled back to the bed, falling backwards.
*** The Next Day ***
I awoke the next morning and rolled over. It was the first morning after our wedding and I was watching as Maxon slept. I couldn't believe how peaceful and beautiful he was while he slept. I leaned over and kissed his cheek lightly. He stirred, blinking his eyes open.
"My beautiful Queen," Maxon said as he kissed me.
I could live like this forever… I would live like this forever. It was so hard to believe we were officially married, and that I was officially the Queen of Illéa. Though I wouldn't be officially taking over all the duties as Queen yet that Queen Amberly handled, I was starting today with some of the tasks, to include learning what all of my tasks and duties would entail.
"My King," I murmured into his ear, nuzzling my nose to his jawline. It felt amazing to know that we were starting the first day of our happily ever after.
We lingered in the bed for a while longer before a maid rapped on the door.
"Your Majesties," a maid called through the closed doors.
"You may enter," I called out, still not used to being addressed that way.
"Your Majesties," the maid said again, curtseying as she entered. "I was sent to inform you that breakfast is ready and that Her Majesty's family is in the dining room."
I sighed softly and nodded. "Very well," I said. "You're excused. Let them know we'll be down shortly. Also, please send Lucy and Mary to me, tell them I'll be in my private suite."
The maid nodded, curtsied again and backed out of the room, closing the doors behind her.
"Well, I guess we better get up and get ready. My Mom and siblings should be leaving today or tomorrow, and I'd like to enjoy a few more meals with them before they do," I said, quietly.
Maxon nodded in agreement, pulled me down into his arms one more time and kissed me deeply, passionately. "And this is just a tease of what's to come later tonight, My Queen," he said.
I stood a sheet pulled modestly around my body and scurried quickly to my private suite to await Lucy and Mary so that they could help me get ready for the day.
A/N: I hope you are still enjoying it. Leave some love.
