{Chapter 33}
"Sirs and Noblemen, I present unto you King Edward, the second of his name, and his Queen Isabella the first, your indisputable regents: wherefore all of you have come this day to give your allegiance and service to." The archbishop's voice rang out into the church and every single man present heard him loud and clear.
Isabella gazed out over the sea of noblemen on the church benches who were all ready to swear their loyalty to her and Edward, and she looked every bit the Queen they all hoped for, despite her young age of thirteen.
Her back was straight, her head held high, her eyes were strong and unyielding, and her hand was firmly clasped in her husband's as another sign of the union.
The noblemen who originated from her father's kingdom had high hopes that she wouldn't merely become a mute Queen who remained in the background, especially if the future showed the new King to be unfit as the main ruler.
While wishes of a new thriving kingdom had been spoken of since the beginning of the arrangement, there was also hostility amongst the noble families. A new order had to be established and the insecurity caused mistrust.
One could only hope that the union would not end in disaster.