All Darkness Dies in Light

Love is not blind. It sees you in the dark and chooses to be your light

         Kenna's coronation was a hit. Everything went exactly as it was supposed to and she was able to take her place at my side. She was dressed in pale blue with a gown and cape combined. Her dress was silk with a plunging neckline and no sleeves instead replaced with a sheer cape that trailed behind her. She let her golden curls free, only pinning a few strays from the front in the back. She was a vision.

Lady Asada crowned her before the Courts. I sat in my throne, watching. When the crown was placed on her head, I rose and offered her my hand. I helped her step up onto the dais and we sat together, as one, finally, completely. Our subjects bowed on bended knees to us.

It was difficult to read Kenna's face during the whole event. She kept her lips closed tightly, barely blinking. Maybe she was in shock.

When we moved to the party after the crowning, I escorted her personally. She clung to my arm, taking slow steps, still not saying word.

"You look beautiful," I murmured in her ear.

"Thank you," she muttered.

"Are you well? How do you feel?"

"I," she hesitated for a moment. "I don't know." She admitted. "Surprised, I think? This doesn't feel real."

I raised an eyebrow and hid my smile. "Out of everything that has happened, this is what surprised you the most? Becoming queen is the most unbelievable?"

She spared me a dry look. "All those people, they bowed to me."
I nodded. "As they should. You are their queen, after all."

She shook her head. "But I don't feel like one."

"You will," I promised. "Give it some time. It will start to feel real soon enough."

There was a feast in her honor. Chickens and ducks were roasted over a fire, fruits and vegetables were spilling from their bowls. There was more food here than could be eaten in a year. The wine flowed and did not stop. The longer the night wore on, the happier the Covens got as they were inhibited. Even those who were against the marriage at first were in good spirits.

Kenna barely ate her duck. We sat at the center of the table overlooking all the others. But she hardly touched her food.

"I want something now that I am queen," she murmured quietly in my ear.

I paused with my fork only halfway to my lips. "Making demands already, I see how the crown has changed you." She pressed her lips together, waiting. "I jest. Whatever it is you want, you shall have. Tell me."

"I want these leftovers sent over to the outskirts."

I raised a brow. "Why?"

"Why not?" She challenged. "What happened to the leftover food at our wedding?" I shrugged. I didn't keep track of what the kitchens did daily. "It was thrown out, wasted. Properly store this with ice and you can give it to people who need it, people who are starving. You don't know the pain they are in but I do."

I kissed the back of her head and then speared a piece of duck with my fork. "As you wish, my queen." Oh how those words rolled deliciously off my lips. I could call her that all night. I held the fork up to her lips. "On the condition that you also have your fill tonight."

She reached for the fork but I held firm. A mischievous glint in my eyes, I waited as she realized what I wanted. She huffed, rolling her own eyes and scowling at me. She glared at me, also waiting, but I was far more patient than she was.