Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 152

Chapter 200

It’s been a month.

A month since my parents‘ burial.

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A month since the flames consumed their bodies while we prayed for their souls to be carried to the

heavens.

The coronation was supposed to take place just a few days after, but Jack–ever protective–told the High Priest that I needed time.

“Let her mourn,” he’d said firmly. “She’s not just the Alpha King’s and Queen’s daughter–she’s their only child.”

The priest, bless him, agreed. He said the ceremony would wait a month–no more, no less–lest our enemies mistake our silence for weakness.

That month passed faster than I could blink. And now, here I am, standing before the mirror as the palace maids lace me into the gown meant for a queen.

The coronation attire is nothing short of breathtaking. A gown woven with threads of silver and midnight blue, colors that shimmer like moonlight over deep waters. The bodice hugs my growing belly, its soft embroidery tracing symbols of protection and power down my sides ancient sigils once worn by the queens before me. The train flows like liquid silk, long enough to sweep the marble floor behind me.

A delicate circlet rests in my hair, forged from moonstone and obsidian–the same crown said to have been worn by my mother on her own coronation day. My fingers tremble as I touch it.

I can never fill your shoes, Mother.

The thought hits like a lump in my throat. She was the strongest queen the kingdom ever had. She gave her life, her very soul, to protect her people–and me.

Could I ever be that selfless?

I place a hand on my belly, feeling the faint pulse of movement beneath my palm. Maybe… maybe one day, when I look into my child’s eyes, I’ll understand what she felt. Maybe then, I’ll find the courage to give everything for someone else.

A reflection moves behind me in the mirror–Jack.

He’s already dressed in his ceremonial robes: black and gold with silver threads curling like smoke along the edges, a royal mantle draped over his shoulders. His dark hair is tied back neatly, though a stubborn strand has fallen across his forehead. His eyes find mine in the mirror, soft but fierce.

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He walks up quietly and takes my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine. “You look like her,” he murmurs. “Your mother–except you have your father’s eyes. I’m sure you’ll be a great queen, just like she was.”

The compliment makes my chest tighten. I turn to him, offering a faint, watery smile. “I could never be her.”

“No,” he says gently, brushing his thumb against my cheek. “You’ll be you. And that’s more than enough.”

I swallow hard. “You really think so?”

“I know so.” His hand slides to my stomach, his palm warm over the growing curve. “And so does our little one.”

The baby moves at that exact moment–just a soft flutter, but enough to make me gasp.

Jack’s lips curve into a smile, though his eyes shimmer with exhaustion. He hasn’t stopped being my shadow–not even after my parents‘ burial. He still acts like my guard, my caretaker, my everything. I’ve barely seen him rest. He won’t let me lift a finger, not even to pour my own tea.

Now, even as we stand on the edge of being crowned king and queen, his hand refuses to let go of mine.

“The High Priest says today isn’t just our coronation,” he says quietly. “It’s also our wedding. We’ll say our vows before the Moon Goddess and the kingdom. Before your parents.”

My throat goes dry. “I know.”

His grip tightens, grounding me. “Are you ready, my queen?”

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