The Dark Side Of Fate by Karima Sa'ad Usman

136 Coronation

~Tamia~

Finding what to wear for the Coronation was a bit challenging, especially with our bumps. Avery was the only one in the clear because she wasn't showing up yet, so she got the best dresses to try on.

Linda was worse off than me and had to shop from very loose selections to accommodate her pregnancy but look sexy at the same time. I was in between. Nicole and Katya were free to choose from anywhere.

We tried on many clothes. After all, we all wanted to wear the same colour none of us would be with our men on that day because we weren't married yet; we would be going there strictly for moral support. After the wedding, we would be one and the same without a mate.

Only the Lords would be at the top with Sylvester. Thinking of it, I did not want to go again. Sitting away from him and watching him from a distance did not feel good at all. But I knew it would be insensitive of me not to be present.

We bought beautiful lilac dresses good enough for a function but nothing over the top that would draw attention to us. We all chose to wear the same colour as Stephanie to show we were family.

Satisfied with our purchase, we returned to the Estate.

It was nighttime, and I just went to my room and asked an Omega to bring me food.

I decided I would eat in the room. Sylvester was already sleeping; it was too early, but I figured his day might have been hectic.

I freshened up, and the food arrived. I ate quietly and went to bed. It was a bad habit, but I was too tired to stay awake and wait for the food to digest.

Sylvester's coronation day had finally come, and I was nervous. We were to converge at the council hall, the King's Hall onwards. I was excited, and I dressed up; I had butterflies.

Sylvester was taking his time in the closet, and I was too eager to see him in his new uniform.

I walked into the closet, and he was handsome. The jacket was regally decorated, and his hair was packed in a ponytail.

"Goddess, you are handsome," I breathed, letting the words out before I knew it. He looked at me through the mirror and smiled.

"I watched him as he managed to button up the jacket. Once he was done, he pulled me close and kissed my neck.

"Soon, you will be by my side. The blue moon is next week," he whispered in my ears, and I moaned.

"Sylvester," I breathed.

"Hold that thought," he said and nibbled my earlobe gently, making heat rush between my legs.

"I can smell you, Tamia," he whispered, but I couldn't speak.

"I want to get wild tonight, so I will keep things as they are, and you will think of me throughout the ceremony," He said, and I knew what he planned on doing.

We finished in the room and headed out. The Coronation would take about an hour and thirty minutes, but it looked like it would be a long hour because Sylvester got me worked up. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He held my hand firmly while we walked through the hallway. Just mean.

When we got to the entrance, everyone was there.

There was a limo with tints of gold parked in front, and I wondered where it came from. I knew it was the king's vehicle. Sylvester ushered me in, but Stephanie stopped him.

"Unfortunately, she can't ride with you today, Your Majesty," she told him the protocols. I tried to release my hand from his grip, and he held on.

" She rides with me, mother. The blue moon is next week. I will be riding in the same car with my mate," he said sternly, letting her know he would not follow ancient protocols" he ushered me in, and Stephanie smiled and stepped back.

I knew she did not mean anything by it; she just wanted to let him know the protocols. She didn't push.

Sitting at the back with Sylvester was more challenging than I thought because of my aroused state.

"I can still smell you, Tamia," he said to me in his low husky voice, and I swallowed because my throat was dry.

"Sylvester," I managed, and he pulled me onto his lap. the vehicle was moving.

He kissed my neck and nibbled gently. I could feel his hardness underneath. I tried to hold my breath.

"I guess we both can't wait," he whispered in my ears, and that was all the invite I needed.

There was plenty of room in the Limo, so I sat across for him and rolled down my panties. Managing the space between us. He went between my legs and went to work.

I could not believe what we were doing. The thought of everything got me so excited that I came immediately, and he sat back on his side, releasing his cock for me to ride. His black eyes said it all, and I knew Knight would not give Sylvester control until he got what he wanted, and I liked it.

I went on top of him.

We arrived at the venue fully satisfied. I wiped traces of lipstick from his face, and Sylvester adjusted himself.

I applied a new layer of lipstick on my lips and adjusted myself before we stepped out of the Limo.

There was a multitude of people cheering outside. The crowd was phenomenal. There were screens outside to show what would be happening inside.

I went to join Stephanie and the others while Sylvester walked in alone.

The hall was arranged differently.

There was a stage with two steps-platforms. On the first step were four chairs, while on the second step, which was the top, sat the throne and the whole ceremonial display. There was an aisle with rows of chairs on both sides. It looked so different. I would have thought it was a different place if it weren't for the loge.

We were led to sit in the front row to see everything happening. A sceptre and a crown were resting on a cushion on the stage close to the throne.

The crown and the sceptre looked old, which was logical since we had not had a king in over three hundred years. This was indeed a miracle.

There were four chairs on the lower level of the stage, and I knew they belonged to the lords. There were supposed to be three, so who was the fourth person? I guess I did not get the memo.

The music began to play, and we all stood up.

"Lord Dominic Volkov," Larry said, welcoming Dominic as Dominic entered the hall.

He looked regal in what looked like Sylvester's former uniform. It was new, but the decorations were precisely like Sylvester's. He looked good, and I heard Katya exhale. The two were very in love, and I was happy for them. Dominic sat on one of the four chairs.

"Lord Marcel Sidorov," Larry said, and Marcel walked in with his handsome self.

I looked at Avery, and her eyes were misty. I am sure she wished she was walking down with him for support," He looked at her and winked before continuing to sit down.

"Lord Theodore Orlov," Larry said, and Theodore walked in, walking a bit faster than the ones before him. He got to the front and blew a kiss at Linda, who caught it where she sat, and people actually laughed. Theodore had made the place a bit lively.

"Lord David Pavlishchev Volkov," Larry said with difficulty; I guess he wasn't expecting that David would be on the list neither were we. It was a huge surprise, and people began to murmur. I was also shocked, but Nicole wasn't; I saw her grinning and wondered why Sylvester didn't tell me.

David walked quickly, and people were in shock. I knew they said he was the spitting image of Maurice. There were murmurs.

"Silence! Silence," Larry said, and I looked around to study the faces of the people present. They were all surprised, and I realised no one knew. He went to sit down, and everyone was quiet.

I had butterflies in my tummy because I knew who would enter next.

The music changed, and the Lords stood up, saluting and maintaining the pose.

"His Majesty, Sylvester Volkov. The twenty-fifth king of the Volkov bloodline. Son of Lord Maurice Volkov and Lady Stephanie Balyeave Volkov," Larry said, and I could hear some contempt in his voice. I might have been imagining it, but who cares. Sylvester would sit on that throne, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

The building was fully guarded, and Bryce Golubev was responsible for security.

Sylvester walked, and behind him was Lucas Vanhill, wearing a ceremonial outfit. I did not need to guess what his function would be. Joan and Pamela were dressed the same way, and they followed him.

Sylvester walked quickly and climbed onto the stage.

He climbed above the Lord's level with them still saluting him. They turned to face him, and he sat on the throne.

Sylvester looked in my direction with no expression on his face. He was trying to acknowledge me subtly, so it was okay.

"It's okay, darling. Just one more week to go," I linked him, and his eyes faltered a bit.

Everyone sat down, and the ceremony began.

Larry said the words, and Sylvester spoke the oath.

Joan handed him a book consisting of our laws and history. It was old and looked like they had just polished the leather back.

Sylvester was made to acknowledge the book and swear.

Then Pamela handed him the sceptre. He promised to rule with a firm hand, to be just and true, to put the people's needs above all, to maintain peace, and protect everyone equally.

Then Lucas Vanhill placed the crown on his head as Sylvester was made to promise to carry the people and bear their burden bravely. To truly serve and love his subjects. He was made to promise

not to be partial and always uphold the law. To judge and punish those who are guilty and free the innocent.

Sylvester made all the promises, and he was officially named king. People cheered; the people in the hall and the multitude outside the hall. It was a happy event, and I was happy to be a part of it.

As soon as the ceremony was over. The King and Lords left the hall, and so did we. People were cheering outside, and Sylvester waved to them.

I joined Sylvester in the Limo, and we headed to the Estate.

There was traffic because of the crowd, and we did not get home until nighttime.

He held me throughout the ride, and we did not speak to each other. Although we had maintained a calm exterior as if nothing was wrong, our enemies were still at large, and we did all this to back them into a corner.

We arrived at the mansion and went to our bedroom. I was halfway changing my clothes when I heard Stephanie's voice.

"Tamia, the bastard sent me another text," She said, sounding nervous, and I knew what she meant.

"Relax, what does it say?" I asked her.

"How does it feel knowing you will be the first to be judged by your son? Enjoy the freedom while it lasts," she told me, and I gently sat on the stool in the closet.

"Calm down, Stephanie, do not let him get to you. Whoever it is might just be bluffing. If they had anything on you, they would have put it forward by now. They might want you to panic and do

something stupid. Please, keep it together. It is only a matter of time before we get this King, man," I linked her, and there was silence before she responded.

"Okay, Tamia," she linked me and closed the connection. I did not know what this king might have on Stephanie, but knowing that he might be Jenny's bastard, made me believe he knew everything. I could not tell Stephanie because she would panic and do something stupid. I left the closet wearing a sheer gown and joined Sylvester in the room. Today was his day. I would not spoil it with what Stephanie had told me. The news could wait until tomorrow.