I walk Merethyl to the stage that is set up for the event. As his only living relative, she will be leading the coronation ceremony for Yhendorn.
She looks gorgeous as always but dressed as she is right now, the royal blood in her is much more obvious. She was meant to be a queen. I’m just the lucky dragon that gets to claim her as MY queen.
She stands beside Yhendorn, who also looks regal in his dress robes. Merethyl begins speaking in Elvish. I don’t understand the words, but I understand the intent as I sift through her mind and feel the words she’s speaking. Peace settles over the people, an acceptance of their new King.
I look out over the elves, watching as they begin to sing and chant in Elvish. I look behind us at where Kenna is laying, being here for her mate in her dragon form
