Chapter 64

I was sitting half dressed in the dressing room while I waited for the stylists to bring in my dress. I chose not to see it until today, hoping for the element of surprise and mainly because I thought that not seeing it would make it easier for me to forget the fact that my coronation day was going to arrive whether I liked it or not.

The stylists rushed in with a large dress and my eyes widened when I took in the color. It looked like it was made from melted gold and the longer 1 stared at it, the more my mouth fell open. Christine walked in behind the stylists with a shy smile on her face and my mouth fell open as I stared from her to the dress.

“What do you think?” she asked almost unsure and I immediately stood to my feet.

“I think I want to put it on right now.”

She clapped her hands in glee and I saw her let out a sigh of relief. The stylists walked up to me and helped me into the dress. The first thing I noticed about it as how big it was and the train was massively long. For a split second, I was terrified that I would trip in it and fall flat on my face.

The dress was strapless and form fitted. The material curved around my body like it was second skin and I marveled at the softness of the fabric. Attached at the waist was a huge overflowing skirt and train. Under the right light, the dress almost looked like a peach and gold fusion. The best part about it was how light it was. I was amazed by that fact because I would have expected it to weight so much.

Christine smiled up at me as I stared at myself in the mirror and I couldn’t stop a small smile from mirroring hers. We were both thinking the same thing- mother would have loved it had she seen it.

When I burnt the house down, I wasn’t thinking about mother’s body and it wasn’t until after the fire had been put out that I learnt she had been burned beyond recognition. I knew there was no way we could bury her in the palace and I also knew she would have rather clawed her own eye out than be buried next to my father. Instead, I chose to have her cremated and I poured out her ashes in the air. I felt like that was more genuine to who she was as a person.

I looked just like her today. I chose the same curly bun with some strands framing my face, that she chose on her mating ceremony. She married the prince so she didn’t have a coronation, instead, she had a mating/wedding ceremony. I hoped that people would notice the tribute and understand where it came from.

“Where is Audrey?” I asked Christine.

“She is waiting in the hall like everyone else. She is protected Camilla, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“I will always worry.”

It was so hard to let Audrey out of my sight after what happened and today, it took a lot of persuasion from Christine to even consider it. I made sure she had at least six different guards on her at all times.copy right hot novel pub