TWENTY-FOUR

LEILA

As she stood beside Rehn, there was nothing more she wanted in this world. Nothing at all.

Her mate, her lover, and now, her husband. The thought consumed her, filling her with an intense euphoria that she had never experienced. He grabbed her hand, tracing patterns into her knuckles with his calloused fingers. And he sent her a smile.

“This is it,” she whispered, tilting her head in the direction of the waiting crowd behind them. From where she stood, she caught small fragments of excited conversations flying past them. And they energized her. They made the magic within her body swell and pulsate with a power she had never known.

Everyone came because they wanted to see this union between Rehn and Leila. Not only that, but her coronation soon awaited her after the wedding ceremony was completed.

“Are you ready?” Rehn asked her quietly. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder in front of an altar with flowers that moved and danced as if they were alive.

Leila smiled. “I’ve always been ready for this.”

She took a deep breath, feeling the magic of the moment coursing through her veins. The air around them sparkled with enchantment, tiny glimmers of light dancing in the gentle breeze. She glanced at Rehn, his broad shoulders framed by a tunic woven with threads of gold, his eyes reflecting the same joy and love that filled her heart.

The altar was a masterpiece of natural beauty. Roses in shades of crimson and gold intertwined with ivy and delicate blossoms, creating a fragrant canopy under which they stood. Each petal glowed softly, infused with the magic of the land.

The guests gathered in a semi-circle around them. Their faces were alight with anticipation and happiness. Leila's closest friends, fellow faculty from the academy with their own unique powers, stood nearby, their colorful robes shimmering like the wings of butterflies. Rehn's friends watched with approval and pride.

The officiant, an elder sorcerer with a long silver beard and eyes that twinkled with ancient wisdom, stepped forward. He raised his hands, and the murmurs of the crowd fell silent. A hush of reverence settled over the gathering.

"We are here today," the elder began, his voice resonating with power, "to witness the union of Leila, a sorceress of great strength and heart, and Rehn, a bear king of noble spirit and courage. Their bond is a testament to the harmony between magic and nature."

Leila felt Rehn's hand tighten around hers. She looked up at him, her heart swelling with love. The elder continued, his words weaving a spell that seemed to bind their souls even before the vows were spoken.

"Leila," the elder said, turning to her, "do you pledge to stand by Rehn's side, to nurture and protect the bond you share, and to honor the magic within you both?"

Leila's voice was steady and clear. "I do."

"And Rehn," the elder turned to the king, "do you pledge to stand by Leila's side, to nurture and protect the bond you share, and to honor the strength within you both?”

Rehn's voice was deep and resonant. "I do."

The elder smiled and raised his hands once more. "Then, by the power vested in me by the ancient magics and the natural world, I pronounce you bound in love and spirit."

A soft glow enveloped Leila and Rehn, a visible manifestation of their union. The crowd erupted into joyous applause, and the flowers around the altar burst into full bloom, petals cascading like confetti.

As the applause began to fade, the elder raised his hands again, signaling the start of the coronation ceremony. The air grew still with anticipation, and the crowd quickly fell silent. Leila felt a mix of excitement and nervousness bubble within her. This was a moment she had dreamed of, yet the weight of its significance settled heavily on her shoulders.

"Friends and kin," the elder's voice carried over the assembly, "we now proceed to the coronation of Leila, who shall be crowned queen of the Tahyrst Forest Mountain Kingdom, alongside her mate, King Rehn."

Leila and Rehn moved to a grand platform draped in rich, emerald-green fabrics embroidered with gold threads that shimmered in the sunlight. At its center stood a magnificent throne, carved from ancient oak and adorned with intricate designs of flora and fauna, symbolizing the unity between the forest and its creatures.

The elder beckoned Leila forward. She stepped onto the platform, feeling the eyes of the crowd upon her. Her heart pounded as she took her place beside the throne. Rehn stood tall and proud next to her, his presence a comforting anchor.

"Leila," the elder intoned, "you have shown great wisdom, courage, and compassion. As a sorceress, your powers will protect and nurture our kingdom. Now, as queen, you will guide us with your heart and spirit."

He gestured to a group of sorceresses who approached, carrying a crown. It was a breathtaking piece, crafted from intertwining branches of silver and gold, set with gemstones that glowed with an inner light. Each stone represented a different aspect of the kingdom: emeralds for the forests, sapphires for the rivers, and rubies for the mountains.

The lead sorceress, an elder named Elaria, held the crown reverently. "This crown," she said, her voice filled with emotion, "is a symbol of the responsibility and power you now bear. Wear it with the knowledge that you are never alone. The magic of the kingdom flows through you, and we stand by your side."

Leila bowed her head, and Elaria carefully placed the crown upon her brow. As it settled, Leila felt a surge of energy, a connection to the land and its people. It was as if the very essence of the kingdom welcomed her, filling her with strength and purpose.

The elder raised his staff, and the crowd erupted into cheers, the sound echoing through the castle. Leila lifted her head, her eyes meeting those of her subjects. She saw hope, trust, and love reflected at her, and it bolstered her resolve.

Rehn took her hand, and together, they turned to face the crowd. "Long live Queen Leila!" he declared, his voice strong and unwavering. The crowd responded with a thunderous