Chapter 12 - THE SILVER QUEEN'S FIRST LAW
Three months passed.
Spring began to thaw the heavy snows of the Northern Wastes, turning the frozen valleys into lush fields of green grass and blooming wild silver-lilies.
Inside the throne room of Ironhold Castle, two massive thrones now sat upon the high wooden dais—side by side, crafted as equals.
Arya sat upon the silver-embroidered throne, wearing a majestic dress of deep midnight blue, a delicate crown of silver oak leaves resting atop her head. Beside her sat King Kieran, his hand resting casually over hers on the armrest, listening attentively as she presided over her first formal royal court.
Standing in the center of the hall was a group of low-ranking Omega wolves from the outer farming villages, trembling nervously as they presented their petition.
"Your Majesty," the head farmer stammered softly, keeping his head low. "The local Beta lords have increased our grain taxes again. They say... they say Omegas do not require full rations because we do not fight in the war camps."
Kieran’s eyes darkened, preparing to speak, but Arya gently laid her fingers over his arm, signaling that she would handle this.
Arya stood up from her throne, her silver crown catching the light.
"Step forward," Arya said, her voice clear, commanding, yet filled with profound warmth.
The farmers stepped forward cautiously.
"Under my rule," Queen Arya declared, her voice echoing to every corner of the great hall, "no wolf in this kingdom shall ever be denied food, shelter, or respect based on their rank or status."
She turned her gaze toward the noble lords seated in the gallery.
"From this day forth, I establish the Royal Omega Act. All taxes on low-ranking working families are reduced by half. Any Beta or Alpha lord caught abusing, underpaying, or mistreating an Omega will forfeit their lands directly to the Crown!"
The entire hall erupted into breathless murmurs. The young Omega farmers fell to their knees, weeping tears of profound joy and gratitude.
"Thank you, Queen Arya! Bless the Silver Queen!" they cried out.
Kieran looked up at her, his heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of pride. He stood up, stepping beside her, and wrapped his hand securely around hers.
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"You are changing this kingdom, my love," Kieran whispered in her ear.
"We are changing it," Arya smiled, turning her head to kiss his scarred cheek.
