“Good morning, Luna!” The shrill of my excited maids came before I opened my eyes for a new day.
It was coronation day. It was actually the day I was going to be Queen.
I yawn sleepily, slowly sitting up and feeling nerves all around. It was five in the morning and the King was beside me, groaning and rolling away from the happy girls.
He has officially moved into my room and has made himself quite at home.
The King raises his head only to give me a sloppy kiss. “See you in a few hours, my Queen.”
I’m whisked away from him before I could say a reply. The girls quickly hauled me to the next room which was already prepped for what looked to be something out of a movie. A large vanity was right in the middle with lights all around the mirror, beside it was a vast collection of make up
