AMELIA
“We’re next” Erik whispered in my ear, as we stood behind the two decorated portals that gave way to the palace’s ballroom, where New Year’s Eve party would take place.
I nodded, swallowing a gulp of saliva.
“Are you nervous?” he asked, his hand closing around mine.
“A bit” I admitted, resisting the urge to bite my bottom lip.
That wasn’t just a random party – it was the first public event where we would be presented not only as an official, mated couple, but as Prince and Princess – the very first time I would be announced with my brand new royal title and officially introduced to the Blauer Mond pack.
I was trying to appear relaxed, serene, and happy – but it was becoming harder by the minute.
And then there was the tiara.
A beautiful circlet of white gold, encruste
