The final finale.

D woke up to the sound of people bustling around her. Today was the day. It was time. The day that would change her life forever.
Max turned and woke up, he looked at his wife. His queen. They were in awe of each other as though they were teenagers again. It was as though he was taken back to that moment. The moment he knew she was his mate.

It was a sunny morning, crisp cool air waved over him as though it was foreshadowing what was ahead. That today was the day he would meet his one and true love. He was 18, it wasn't something every 18 year old would want but it was something he wanted. He wanted his Luna, he wanted her badly.
He remembers stepping out of the door, getting into his car and picking up his friends, one of whom shall not be mentioned, and then starting the journey to school. He remembers the journey well, it was as if it was planned out to make his be at the traffic lights at the same time as D. Even though she lived further from school then he did. He was just driving along, when all of a sudden his nose was turned. He smelt that scent, the scent that only he could smell. The scent of his mate. He turned his head and looked into the next car, he saw her. She was so beautiful and natural as though she was made by an angel. He remembered seeing her around school, but didn't know anything of her why would he. He was the alphas son, it wasn't his job to know everything about his pack. Yet.
He could see as she turned around she realised what was happening, now in his mind she was meant to get out and go to him. Or visa versa, however not in this story. Instead she just drove off, fast. Her wheel spun and she nearly lost control she zoomed off that fast
Dark was angered by this, one his mate had just ran away from him, and two she put herself in danger doing it. He then put his foot down on the accelerator to make the car move as fast as it could go. He raced after them in desperation. He needed his love. He needed her.
However, when he saw her he saw red. And well, the rest is history. He never meant to be possessive, it just happened. Or so Dark says.
And now, that same school girl is his wife, and his queen. As well as the mother to his child. What more could a man ask for?
He rolled over and saw his wife was awake. He had seconds of that before those footprints got to his door. He learnt over and kissed her with passion, he knew today was going to be hard to see his love.

She responded even thought she was still drowsy. When the kiss stopped D looked around her eyes still glazed over with sleep.
The knock then came as he expected, Max shouted they could come in and then in walked her maid, Gem.
"Your highness, it's time to get ready." Her maid said. She smiled and offered the queen to be a robe with HRH embroided into it, the white satin hugged her body as she tied it around her. The 4 poster bed was messed up from the night before, her rosy cheeks were a memory of the night before. She was embarrassed but this was bound to happen a few more times in the coming years.

She turned and kissed her husband. Her king, goodbye in hope she got to see him today.
"I'll see you there." She said. He nodded and hugged her. Then she went.

The halls were busy with people, the carpet was being cleaned, everywhere was being dusted to a point it was spotless, windows were being washed and her gown steamed.

She walked into her dressing room. The hair and makeup stylist were raring to go, she sat down and let them go to work.
Within two hours she was ready. Her hair up and her princess tiara was firmly in place. Her makeup was one of perfection, with her being absolutely gorgeous that wasn't hard.

Then came her coronation dress.

The dress was golden and went down past her feet. It had a square neckline and tough shoulders for the Queen's Cape to sit on. She looks radiant.
Well, so she should. It was her day, her time to shine.

And now it was time for her coronation.

As she walked down the palace with people at either side holding her dress. She saw the amount of people that were gathered outside the golden gates cheering and clapping, holding signs they had made for her. They couldn't wait for her to be their leader.

She waved and got into the car. The car door was shut for her and they started driving. Very slowly through the crowd. She waved as well as she could, however it was difficult because the window had to stay up as it was bulletproof and there was word of a possible attack today.
They drove through the crowd down to St Paul's cathedral in central London. Then she was ready.
Her reign was about to begin.

As the future Queen stepped out of the car, cameras started flashing for her. The whole world was watching her right in this moment. Nothing could go wrong now.
She walked up the steps into the cathedral. Took and deep breath then started the descent.
The walk was long but well documented by the news channel. The camera followed her every move. As she got closer the choir started singing hyms and then as she walked into the room "God save the Queen" rang out.

The room stood, but she was only looking for one person. Once she saw him she knew she was safe. She knew not to be scared, it was all okay.
And there he was. In the front row. Her husband. He couldn't be crowned King today he wasn't allowed by some law made hundreds of years ago. They have to be married for at least 5 years for him to be able to be coronated and it hasn't been that long yet, so his day was to come. Just not yet.
When she arrived at the alter the room sat. She knelt in front of the Arch bishop of Canterbury and he read his lines.
She replied to every one of them as she was taught this took about 45 minutes in all.
"All rise." He said. Everyone rose including her.

"Behold. The new Queen of England Darley Evans." Then he placed the crown on her head, handed her the staff and then gestured to her to sit on the golden throne.
This was it. She was the Queen of England, of both wolves and people.

The day flew by after the coronation. There were the pictures that were taken of the queen, there was the meeting of the different members of parliament (officially) and the meeting of other countries' presidents/Kings or Queens. She talked to other people that had come, celebrities and her family. But not once did she see her husband.
She was chatting to her uncle who has managed to get over here in time, who didn't want the throne. He was doing very well as a prince, he didn't need the crown. He met someone where he lived and he was happy. D and Max were invited to the wedding next year, hopefully she'll be able to fly then.
She even got her daughter, Snow for a few hours until she was taken away to be put to bed.
After the day was over she walked to her dressing room and undressed from her Queen attire. She got back into her satin robe and walked to their bedroom.
She smelt him, there he was.

She opened the door to find rose petals on the bed and her husband kneeling for her.
"My Queen." He greeted her. She kissed him, they fell onto the bed and messed it up once again.
After she turned to him.

"Do I smell different?" He sniffed her. Someone was different but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"A little why." He asked. She moved his hand to her stomach.

"There should be another scent mingling with mine." Then the penny dropped.

"How long?" He asked. She shrugged.

"I figured it out last week. I wanted to wait until everything with the coronation was done to tell you." She said. He looked confused.

"Why?" She laughed.

"Would you have let me out of your sight if you knew?" He looked, shook his head and laughed.

"I love you my Queen."

"I love you my King."

And they all lived happily ever after…...or did they.