Eve let herself be pulled toward the dining room, and the nervous energy that had been building for days finally eased.
She had this. She had her mates. Her family. Her friends. Her power.
The Seraphim Court could try to test her. Could try to find loopholes or undermine the reform.
But she'd already won the hard part.
Everything else was just... follow-through.
***
The next morning, they left for the Seraphim Court.
The portal opened directly into the Court's formal receiving chamber....a massive space of white marble and soaring columns that looked exactly as imposing as Eve remembered.
But this time, when she stepped through with her three mates flanking her and Raphael following behind, she didn't feel small or overwhelmed.
She felt like exactly what she was.
Their Queen.
***
The Court officials who greeted them bowed deeper than they had before. The whispers that followed their passage through the halls were different....less speculation, more respect.
