VERA'S POV.
The morning of the coronation finally arrived. I was beginning to think we wouldn't live long enough to see it, seeing how crazy things had been around here for the past couple of days, but thank the goddess we did.
From the window of the bedroom, I could see and hear the hustle and bustle downstairs—the clatter of dishes, hurried footsteps, and voices barking out orders from every angle as the final preparations took place.
Everyone seemed to be in a frenzy, but I sat motionless on the edge of the bed, staring at the man pacing in front of me.
Draven was on the phone, his deep voice sharp and clipped as usual as he spoke to whoever it was that had the misfortune of calling him at a time like this.
As if sensing the heat of my gaze on him, Draven paused in his pace, glanci
