R O S A L I E
The moment the plane landed, a wave of sadness washed over me. I had enjoyed our honeymoon a little too much, and I didn't want to go back to reality. Back to being the new queen.
"Are you ready?" Axel asked, squeezing my hand.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I said, giving him a small smile.
As we walked off the plane, I was greeted by a large group of people standing outside the airport, cheering and waving signs.
"Welcome home, Queen Rosalie and King Axel!" One sign read, while another had "Thank you for protecting us!"
They invited us to a lunch with the townspeople, a celebration of our union. It was so strange to see all these people celebrating and welcoming us home, but I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude.
These people were counting on us to protect
