Despite the festivities of the night before, the household was up and bustling about early the next morning.
Many people, noble and peasant alike had traveled far from their homes to attend the Royal crowning ceremony that was to take place today and the chapel was quickly filling up. Most came early so as to ensure a seat though of course seating went according to class with the lowest peasant in the back and nobles in front.

In another part of the manor, the master bedroom to be exact, Alexia sat nervously her hands twisted in her lap. Two important events taking place in her life one day apart seemed a bit much. She could feel her stomach squirm and she swallowed hard, thinking she wouldn’t be able to eat anything Lucy made for her today. Dimitri stood nearby occasionally casting worried looks at his wife.

She yawned suddenly and he smiled. She hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. Glancing at him she blushed, standing as he approached. “Are you ready now love?” he asked his eyes twinkling.

She nodded though her face paled and she swayed on her feet. He frowned and felt her face, noting the increased temperature. “Are you alright?’ he asked concern creasing his brow.

Sighing she forced a smile and kissed him lightly. “Its just nerves, I am alright. It is not every day a woman becomes a wife and a queen at the same time.” She swallowed thickly as another wave of nausea washed over her.

Dimitri nodded though not quite reassured. “I will send Lucy up, stay here until you are feeling better, they’ve waited this long what is a few moments more.” He left, closing the door behind him.
Alexia sighed and went to the mirror. She looked pale and so pinched her cheeks hoping to add some color. Though he’d told her to wait for Lucy she didn’t feel up to the maids fussing and just wanted to get things over and done with so she quickly left the room and headed to the chapel.

Dimitri stood outside the chapel wondering where all the servants were. He’d specifically told the butler Jon to have someone remove the dogs from in front of the chapel. His thoughts were interrupted by the soft footsteps of his wife as she approached.
“You are feeling better?” he asked, taking her hands in his. He looked into her face, noting her increased color.

“Yes, I would have this done with alrea…” she paled suddenly.

Turning she fled back into the main hall, Dimitri on her heels.

She entered the garderobe not even bothering to close the door as she fell upon the pot.

He frowned as he heard the sound of her being sick.

Entering the garderobe he looked at her speculatively. No, of course not. It was entirely too soon.

He handed her a damp cloth and she thankfully wiped her face and hands, sighing deeply.

“I do not know what is wrong with me. I was not nearly as nervous yesterday.” She shook her head in confusion.

Caressing her face gently he watched her in concern. “I will send for a doctor after the ceremony.” He paused watching her face. “Do you feel up to going in now? They are waiting for us.”

At her nod he took her hand and led her back to the large double wooden doors of the chapel. Glancing at her he smiled seeing the determined look on her face. She would make a good queen.

He knocked gently on the door and the two servants placed inside opened the door to admit there soon to be King and Queen.