Chapitre 50: Chapter 50: A True Queen

Ambrose wakes me with a kiss, bringing me back to the reality of the day. It’s coronation day. Time sped by so fast, the weeks seemed like a blur I can hardly remember.

I spent most of my time planning—approving this or denying that so that everything was ready for today. I had a custom gown made with royal colors and jewels to match. I’m not used to it at all, but the tailor was patient as I procrastinated on getting it done.

Ambrose chose my crown. He told me it’s a surprise, so I haven’t seen it yet.

I roll over into his arms and he squeezes me tightly against him.

“You ready?” he asks in my ear.

“No,” I mumble. It’s true. I’m not.

I’m so nervous, I’m scared I might pass out when I’m up there. Since he offered everything to me, it had time to sink in. I’m going to be a queen. Me! The same girl who was an assassin not that long ago. A girl who was struggling to put food on the table for her sister and herself.