Third Person POV
(Narrator)
The people of The Light Kingdom that had surrounded the gates were in awe. Their very own King and soon to be Queen had flown in on their very own wings. Smiles were gathered around while the older faes started to rip holes in the back of their tunics and dresses. Beautiful wings emerged from the bodies as you could hear the slight tear in the skin.
For many, it has been over hundreds of years since they had let down their wings. Fae that were taught at an early age not to have them emerge were standing in awe. Their eyes were all aglow, looking at their still young-looking parents and grandparents stand proud. The older fae encouraged, the younger as they let them emerge for the first time.
The first time was always the hardest, but the excitement grew in t
