Chapter 15 - The Eternal Crown
Three months later, the Great Hall of Ithinar was adorned with banners of gold, obsidian, and silver. Delegates from every province—southern fields, northern peaks, and central keeps—filled the vast chamber to its absolute capacity.
At the center of the dais stood the obsidian throne, now flanked by two seats of equal height.
Senna stood before the assembly, wearing a gown of midnight silk woven with silver thread, the heavy obsidian crown resting gracefully upon her dark braids. The golden mate bond on her wrist pulsed with a warm, steady glow that matched the light in Aldric’s eyes.
Aldric stepped forward, holding the ancient royal scepter of Ithinar. He did not place a crown upon her head—she had already earned it herself. Instead, he took her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers, and turned to face the united pack.
"For generations," Aldric’s voice rang through the hall with absolute sovereignty, "Ithinar believed that strength was measured by how many enemies we could crush under our boots. But true strength is found in those who rise when the world tries to break them."
He looked down at Senna, a profound, unshakable love softening his fierce features.
"I present to you my Queen, my Luna, and the equal heart of Ithinar—Queen Senna."
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The entire hall erupted into a thunderous roar. Every wolf, every warrior, every northern lord and southern peasant dropped to one knee in absolute, joyful submission. There were no murmurs of dissent, no hidden daggers, no fear.
Senna looked out over her people, then turned her gaze up to Aldric. For the first time in her life, she didn't have to look over her shoulder for the next blow. She was home. And together, the Alpha King and his Queen ruled an empire that would stand unbroken for eternity.
