Chapter 62: About yesterday
"I..." she began, sitting upright and peeking through the curtain, but Quinn had already left the side of the carriage.
Sinking back into her seat with a sigh, she pouted, frustration evident on her face. Why wouldn’t he tell her anything? Since when had he started obeying Hezekiah’s commands so dutifully? The secrecy only deepened her suspicions. What could they possibly be hiding from her?
The carriage soon halted, signaling their arrival at the wedding venue. Hezekiah appeared promptly, extending his hand to assist her. As his gesture brought back the memory of last night, Belle quickly averted her gaze, hesitating for a brief moment before placing her hand in his and stepping down.
As long as she avoided his eyes, she assured herself, everything would be fine.
Sliding her hand around his elbow, they began their walk toward the grand entrance. All attention shifted toward them as they approached, and the announcer’s voice boomed:
"The King of the Werewolf Kingdom! Hezekiah Thorne!"
The trumpets blared, and guards stepped forward ceremoniously to welcome him. Belle’s heart skipped a beat at the overwhelming attention. Her hand trembled slightly, though Hezekiah, preoccupied with greeting the crowd, appeared unaware of her unease.
She hoped he wouldn’t notice her shaky hands until the very end, hating herself for being so incapable. Would he see her as weak? Incompetent? She couldn’t even endure the stares of a crowd, how could she ever hope to stand by his side as Queen?
"Your Majesty!"