Luna Queen Melissa.
We seat next to each other as King and Queen at the completion of the ceremony. My husband, Dimitrio, whose aura is as commanding as an army is wearing a deep burgundy robe trimmed with gold, the emblem of his lineage is proudly displayed on his chest. At numerous intervals, he whispers to Allen in a stern manner but his face softens every time he turns to look at me. And let me tell you, his face frequents mine every second as if he is checking to see if I am fine.
I cannot believe it.
I am queen of Gethmorn.
I feel like a sparrow who has mistakenly landed on a golden eagle's perch. The smooth ivory of the throne that I am seating on is usually reserved for emperors who have conquered nations, won wars and finally, been written in history books. How am I here? M
