[Meredith].
Helena flushed faintly as Dennis grinned. "We will see what fate allows."
Draven then added casually, "The wedding should come after you are officially made Alpha of Mystic Furs."
Dennis' grin widened. "Then I suppose I must prepare myself."
Laughter softened the space around us, and for a moment, it felt almost normal.
Jeffery approached next, leading several elite warriors. They bowed deeply.
"Your Majesties," Jeffery said firmly, pride clear in his tone.
I inclined my head to them. These were the ones who would bleed for this crown if necessary. That thought did not escape me.
Finally, Randall approached us, with the Council of Elders behind him. Their robes flowed like aged shadows in his wake.
They bowed together.
Then, Randall raised his goblet. "To King Draven and Queen Meredith. May your reign bring Stormveil to heights unseen."
