Page 170 of Hunt Me

“Matilda has done all these things. She has fought for vampires despite being raised to fear them. She has defended humans despite no longer being one herself. She has challenged traditions that deserved it. She has shed blood for Night Falls and has nearly shed mine on several occasions.”

More laughter rang out.

“But above all, she has chosen this kingdom and its people as her own.”

Luka turned fully toward her.

“And today, if she accepts the burden, Night Falls chooses her.”

Matilda inhaled sharply as hundreds rose to their feet.

Applause thundered and Luka waited until silence gradually returned.

Matilda stepped before the altar.

Ezra approached carrying her magnificent crown upon a crimson cushion. Luka extended his hand to receive the crown.

“Matilda Seraphina Alesi, do you swear to defend the people of Night Falls, human, vampire, and all in between?”

“I swear it.”

“Do you vow to uphold its laws with justice, to hear its people with compassion, and to wield the authority entrusted to you for their protection rather than your own gain?”

“I do.”

“Do you swear that no noble, army, foreign crown, or ancient prejudice shall hold greater value than the lives entrusted to your care?”

Matilda looked toward the congregation filled with humans, vampires, children, and soldiers. People who had once demanded she be hanged now stood waiting for her answer.

Her eyes returned to Luka.

“I swear it upon my life.”

Pride etched across the king’s face. He lifted the crown from the cushion, and Matilda lowered herself before him.

For a brief moment, she thought of every Helsing who had come before her. They would have been appalled, and she was certain they were rolling in their graves.

A whisper of a smile tugged at her lips.

Luka carefully lowered the crown onto her head.

“Rise, Queen Matilda Alesi of Night Falls.”

The applause and cheers in the cathedral were deafening. People shouted her name and stamped their feet. It was so loud that the ringing bells had been drowned out. Luka kissed her, only making matters worse.

When they finally separated, Denalia began fussing from the commotion.

“Our princess demands attention,” Luka said.

“As usual.”

He collected their daughter before walking down the aisle together.

Ezra followed, along with members of the royal court.

The cathedral doors opened, and sunlight spilled across the steps.

Thousands filled the courtyard shouting, “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!”