The Lycan's Queen : A tale of fate

Walking with the court lady and the royal guards, the future queen couldn't feel more trapped in a place where she didn't belong. Her heart wasn't at ease; her body felt like it was walking on its own toward the morning blessing ceremony. But as if that wasn't enough, her silver eyes met the man who was to be king ahead. With a smile so broad it blinded her and made her feel even worse. Scanning his face , she felt no sign of recognition. She didn't recognize anyone that she knows , or that is if her brain comes to show her a glimpse of her memory , but her mind was too blank now .

As they stood by the double doors leading to the ceremony, the people around them bowed—except for the future King of Lunareth and herself. She didn't know whether to bow, but doing something like that didn't feel right, and she couldn't.

Can I ask him ? She wondered . Is it even safe to ask him ? Or will he label me as crazy ? How did I end up in the dungeons if I'm the future Queen of Lunareth? How can a husband lock his wife in the dungeons for a whole year without visiting . Wait - did he visit?

Her trail of thoughts were disturbed when the future King stretched his hand out for her . Her silver eyes examined the hand, but instead of rejecting it or being skeptical about the situation, she accepted it and allowed the King to lead her into the hall.

What she felt earlier - the sense of being out of place was even heavier now. All eyes were on her, and though she wore a veil—not a wedding veil—she still felt exposed under their gaze. It was as if they could see through her, as though she didn't belong, like she wore skin that wasn't her own.

Who am I?

The morning light filtered softly through the stained-glass windows, casting an ethereal glow over the grand hall. Standing beside the King, the future Queen felt like a stranger in her own skin. Her posture was stiff, her hands clasped in front of her, as she faced the crowd of courtiers, nobles, and dignitaries who had gathered for the ceremony. Their eyes were all upon her—watching, waiting. But none of it felt real.

Beside her, the King stood tall, his regal presence filling the space. His smile was wide, too perfect, and it made her insides churn. There was a weight to it, a pressure in the air that suffocated her. She couldn't bring herself to look at him for too long, but when she did, the hollow emptiness in his gaze sent a chill through her. How did she come to know this man ?

The sound of the priest's voice broke through her thoughts, low and steady as he began the chant for the blessing.

"By the grace of the sun, we bring forth the ones destined to lead. By the light of the moon, they are crowned."

With those words, the priest turned first to the King. He took a deep breath, lifting a heavy crown above his head, placing it upon the King's brow. "Theron, by the divine light, accept this crown and the responsibility that comes with it. May your reign bring prosperity and strength to the kingdom," the priest intoned.

The King stood tall, accepting his new title with solemn grace, his face expressionless but his eyes gleaming with ambition. Then, the priest turned to the woman beside him. "Elara," he spoke her name clearly, but it was as if the crowd had been holding its breath, waiting for more.

"Elara," the priest continued, his voice steady, "daughter of the divine, accept this blessing and bear the weight of this crown with grace and strength. May your reign bring peace, and may your heart guide the kingdom as the moon guides the night."

As the priest raised the crown toward her, the weight of the moment seemed to deepen, and for a fleeting moment, the world around her blurred. Her mind felt clouded, but she kept her face stoic as the golden crown was placed upon her head.

Elara . She who doesn't remember her past or birthplace ... Elara , my name is Elara .