Edward and I got out of the limo, and walked up the steps of Westminster Abbey. Today was June 20th, AKA Edwrd's 21rst birthday, and our coronation.

My dress was stunning—it was an off-the-shoulder ball gown with long sleeves. The bodice was blue, with a white ball gown skirt that had red designs on it. My hair had been straightened, and two rope braids held it out of my face. Edward wore a Crimson surcoat, and a Robe of State of crimson velvet.

Edward and I entered upon "Psalm 122, I was glad"

The Archbishop of Canterbury, the Lord Chancellor, the Lord Great Chamberlain, the Lord High Constable and the Earl Marshal go to the east, south, west and north of the coronation theatre. At each side, the archbishop calls for the recognition of the sovereign, with the words.

Edward got down on his knees, and took his oath. He took an accession declaration, and then a bible was presented, the holy communion celebrated, and "come, Holy Ghost" was sung. After the archbishop said a prayer, the coronation anthem, Zadok the priest was sung.

After what felt like hours of just patiently standing there, the archbishop grabbed the St. Edward's crown, and placed it on my husband's head.

"God Save the King." Everyone shouted.

As I stepped forwards, I saw Edward smile at me. I got down on my knees, and took my oath.

"Madam, is your Majesty willing to take the Oath?"

"I am willing."

"Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, the Union of South Africa, Pakistan and Ceylon, and of your Possessions and other Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?"

"I solemnly promise to do so."

"Will you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgments?"

"I will."

"Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the Laws of God and the true profession of the Gospel? Will you to the utmost of your power maintain in the United Kingdom the Protestant Reformed Religion established by law? Will you maintain and preserve inviolable the settlement of the Church of England, and the doctrine, worship, discipline, and government thereof, as by law established in England? And will you preserve unto the Bishops and Clergy of England, and to the Churches there committed to their charge, all such rights and privileges, as by law do or shall appertain to them or any of them?" The Archbishop of Canterbury asked.

"All this I promise to do. The things which I have here before promised, I will perform, and keep. So help me God."

The crown was placed on my head, and everyone shouted, "God Save the Queen."

My husband stood and walked over to the throne. I stood behind him.

Then, to my complete shock, the bishops and Archbishop swore their fealities to us

"I, Archbishop Justin Welby of Canterbury, will be faithful and true, and faith and truth will bear unto you, our Sovereign King and Queenof this Realm and Defender of the Faith, and unto your heirs and successors according to law. So help me God."

I couldn't help but smirk.

"Help me into the carriage?" I asked Edward. We had just been coronated, and now we were standing in front of a golden carriage. My dress was a ballgown, the carriage opening small.

"Of course, my Queen!" He went to stand right in front of the carriage, near the entrance. I took his hand and stepped in, and he joined me.

The carriage went around the streets of London, where I waved gently to my people. My new king was perfectly happy with his arm around my waist, just looking around.

When we arrived at the palace, Edward changed out his crown for the Imperial State Crown. I myself was still wearing my crown.

The whole entire royal family(who I had met at a family party) was there. We went over to the balcony, and waved to our people, who cheered for us.

After we appeared on the balcony, we had pictures taken in the throne room(some with just one sovereign, ones with both, some with the family) before our royal coronation ball.

We danced to our favorite songs, and I was just happy to be in his arms.

His mother pulled Edward aside while I decided to go talk to the Bishops.

"Hello, I'm Isabella—"

"We know who you are." A bishop said rudely and coldly.

"You don't like me." I stated. "Why?"

"You're French…...and a French Princess. The royals were the downfall of themselves. We can't allow that to happen in England!"

"It won't," and I quickly realized that it was a vow.

"We'll see," he said smugly.

"You're just a power-hungry little—"

"BELLA!" A voice thundered. I turned around and saw my husband behind me. "I'm sorry, my men, she's new."

"She's French. French swear."

"I am sorry about her. Come along, my love." He led me away from the mean, power-hungry men.

"What was that for?" He hissed.

"They were insulting me because I'm French!"

"They were?"

"They said that I would be the downfall of England."

He sighed.

At around 9 PM, Edward and I decided to retire to our chambers.

"You did very good today." Edward said, as we laid in bed. We were both exhausted after the long day and lovemaking.

I blushed. "Thanks."

"And you were very patient."

I sighed. "I know. Why did it take so long? Was it just to annoy the Queen?"

He laughed. "Probably."

"I love you, my king," I whispered, snuggling closer to his chest.

"I love you, my Queen." He kissed my head, and we fell into a deep slumber in each other's arms.