Headless Chickens

Ch-104

The next night Adira woke up with a tired yet contented body. The gentle glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm ambiance in their nocturnal royal bedroom. As she stirred, memories of the passionate night with Zaros flooded her mind, and a blush crept across her cheeks. Shyness engulfed her as she recalled the intimate moments they shared.

Adira shifted in the bed, feeling the soreness in her muscles – a reminder of the night's fervor. She stretched and yawned, trying to shake off the lingering fatigue. The soft sheets clung to her, and she couldn't help but smile at the thought of the shared warmth during their evening activities.

On the other side of the bed, Zaros was already awake, his eyes fixed on Adira. He couldn't contain the happiness that radiated from his gaze. The events from the previous morning had been a culmination of passion and connection, leaving him fulfilled and content.

Adira's shy demeanor didn't escape Zaros's notice. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Good night, my love," he whispered, his voice carrying a mix of tenderness and satisfaction.

Adira blinked her eyes open, meeting Zaros's gaze. The intimacy shared between them had deepened their connection, making the night after feel different. She blushed under his affectionate gaze, a shy smile playing on her lips.

"Good night," she replied, her voice soft and filled with a mix of emotions.

Zaros leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "How do you feel?" he asked, his concern evident in his eyes.

Adira hesitated for a moment before responding, "Tired," She couldn't deny the physical exhaustion, but the emotional satisfaction outweighed any weariness.

Zaros chuckled, "I'm glad to hear that. That means I did a good job," he had a smug expression on his face. 

Adira's blush deepened, but she couldn't hide the smile that tugged at her lips. The connection they shared extended beyond the physical realm, and she felt a newfound closeness with Zaros.

She gazed at his mark. With her fingers, she brushed his mark and smiled at him. "Mine," she said. 

"You have a mark too!" Zaros exclaimed. He wasn't expecting her wife to have a mark too like him. 

"How does it look?" she asked curiously. 

"A wolf," he said. 

She smiled. 

"All mine," he mused at her lovingly. He felt happy that people would be envious of him. His wife has his mark! He will show it to the world. 

"I asked the attendees to bring the food here itself," he said. He remembered how his sister felt embarrassed and uncomfortable during her first breakfast time. 

Adira felt grateful for him. 

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After having food, they finished their business. Everything went smoothly. 

In the days leading up to the anticipated crowning ceremony of King Zaros and Queen Adira, the entire realm buzzed with excitement. The air was charged with anticipation as the kingdom prepared to witness the grand event. The royal advisors and event organizers worked tirelessly, orchestrating every detail to ensure the ceremony would be nothing short of spectacular.

The royal palace became a hive of activity. Skilled artisans were commissioned to craft intricate garments befitting the occasion. Adira's gown, adorned with shimmering moonstones, was designed to capture the essence of the night sky. Zaros's regal attire, incorporating deep shades of midnight blue, reflected his dignified presence as the sovereign ruler.

The ceremonial hall, where the crowning would take place, underwent a stunning transformation. Elaborate decorations adorned the walls, featuring symbols of unity and prosperity. Fragrant flowers and enchanting moonlit displays set the stage for an atmosphere of regality and splendor.

In the evenings, the royal seamstresses meticulously worked on the final touches of the garments, ensuring that every stitch and embellishment was flawless. The palace echoed with the hum of activity as the tailors and dressmakers brought the envisioned designs to life, creating attire that would be forever etched in the kingdom's history.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the castle's courtyards were illuminated with an array of enchanting lights. Lanterns hung from the trees, casting a soft and ethereal glow. The moon, full and radiant, seemed to bless the preparations with its celestial presence.

The royal chefs took center stage, crafting a lavish feast for the guests who would grace the ceremony. Culinary delights from every corner of the kingdom were meticulously prepared, ensuring a banquet fit for the momentous occasion.

The ceremonial artifacts, including the majestic crown and scepter, were displayed with utmost reverence. Crafted from the kingdom's rarest jewels and metals, these symbols of authority added a sense of sacredness to the impending coronation.

The night before the crowning, the royal guard underwent a rigorous rehearsal, ensuring that every ceremonial protocol would be executed with precision and grace. The rhythmic sound of their boots echoed through the palace corridors, creating an aura of disciplined strength.

As the eve of the crowning ceremony approached, the kingdom was excited with a cheerful atmosphere. The meticulous preparations had set the stage for the grand celebration that would mark the ascension of King Zaros and Queen Adira to their rightful thrones.

Among all these, Eudora and Lenora have been the busiest. They took care of everything while letting the couple stay out of it. 

Even though they acted like they were not doing anything against the Lich King, Azazel Laroch, They did the exact same thing. They skillfully woven the twisted, dark plot to expose the true colors of Azazel and bring him down. There were only a few hours left for the night of Regal Ascension of the throne to arrive. 

Serene reached the Werewolf kingdom, showing her face. Her doppelganger left the place secludedly with a relieved sigh. 

Azazel, who didn't know anything, was watching the events from his magic ball. "Headless chickens," he commented, looking at everyone who was preparing for the Crowning ceremony. 

But he didn't realize those headless chickens may even rebel against his actions and make him useless.