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  Your Mates

  She grinned and filled a plate with eggs, bacon, and waffles with whipped cream. Mor took a bite and moaned. Trisha was here. No one could make waffles like Trisha. After stuffing herself silly, Mor went in her bathroom and took a shower so she could wash her hair. Then decided, fuck it, and hoped in her pool/tub to soak. Today was a day for celebration, and fuck if she wasn't going to soak in the tub with her coffee.

  When she finally felt relaxed, she got out. She didn't want to be pruney. There was a knock on the door to the bathroom just as she finished pulling on her underwear. Morgana walked in, smiling at her. Mor frowned. She looked paler than usual. "Are you okay?"

  Morgana waved a hand, " Just fatigued after my fight with Selina. I haven't fought like that in a long time."

  "You sure?"

  "Of course! Now, this is not my day. This is your day. I'm here to help you do your hair and get your dress on."

  "Is it complicated? I really didn't want a complicated dress. I may be queen, but that doesn't mean I have to be uncomfortable."

  "It's not too complicated, just a lot of buttons in the back." She winked at her, "That'll be fun for you mates later. There's nothing like the feel of a dress being ripped off and the sound of buttons falling."

  Mor fanned herself. "Maybe they should come back. Just real quick."

  "Absolutely not! If they come back, you'll be coming and then be late for your own coronation."

  "Well, fuck. Fine."

  Mor let Morgana help her get dressed. Once she was ready, Morgana stood back to look at her then pulled her into a careful hug. "I'm so proud of you. You will be a remarkable queen."

  "Morgana, don't you make me cry. We just finished my makeup!"

  Morgana smiled and then took her arm. "Come on, time to get going. You have a crown to wear."

  They walked to the throne room. Morgana kissed her cheek and then slipped off to a side entrance. Mor stood alone, thinking of everything that had happened. It seemed surreal, but here she was. About to be formally named Queen of the Fae. The doors started to open and Mor straightened her back. When they were fully opened, Mor walked in. Her mates were waiting by her throne, standing in a half-circle around it.

  "Presenting, Her Majesty, Queen Mor of the House of Byrne, Queen of the Fae and Dragons, the Hope Bringer!"

  She looked around at the guests and saw Lucifer standing there. She glared at him and his laugh boomed through the room. Mor couldn't help but smile at his laugh as she started walking down the aisle. Morgana was standing near Lucifer and they still kept glancing at each other. Mor hoped they'd get that shit settled fast. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Mor took a deep breath before going up them and then turning to sit on her throne.

  Arthur stepped up behind her chair. As a king, he had been given the task of crowning her. Without hesitation, he set the crown on her head. It was new, forged from the circlet and the Fae crown. The Seeing Stone was in the middle of the crown and Mor felt it warm briefly as it settled on her head.

  "Long live Queen Mor!"

  The room erupted into cheers. Mor grinned at her mates. Now was the boring part. She sat there as each guest in attendance came to swear to her. With the exception of the Daemons, who swore to be allies. After several hours of swearing, they were finally able to break for the celebration. Ben held out a hand to help Mor stand. "My Queen."

  "Consort." She giggled. "That sounds so ridiculous. I don't know if I'll be able to say that with a straight face, ever."

  "It's okay, I rather like you smiling." Ben kissed her.

  "Now, now, children. You can't start that here." Atreyu mock scolded them. "We'll be tempted to skip dinner and go straight to dessert."

  "That's a good idea. Let's do that." Mor grinned.

  "Darling, don't tempt us." Sebastian pressed a kiss on to her neck.

  "Not helping, Sebastian." Max shook his head, "Besides, we can get her worked up over dinner and dancing."

  "Maaax," Mor whined as heat shot between her legs.

  "You know you love it, my rose." Arthur slipped an arm around her, letting his thumb graze her nipple.

  "It's going to be a long night, isn't it?" Mor faked resignation, but she really loved how playful they were.

  They had reached the dining hall by then, and she let her mates escort her to her seat. She sat, and everyone followed. Amara had joined them and was sitting with Max. She was doing better now that their family had been imprisoned and couldn't hurt her anymore. Ben's family had been under Boris's spell, but not Max's. They were just horrendous. Mor still hadn't decided what to do with them.

  Lucifer and Asmodeus were sitting just down from Mor and her mates, since he was visiting royalty. Lucifer and Morgana were still playing their game of "I'm not really looking" but Mor was shocked to see Asmodeus' eyes locked on Amara. As were Tristan's. Holy fuck. Tristan and Asmodeus. With Amara? Mor shook her head. That was going to be really fucking interesting to watch happen. A little further down, Lancelot sat with Guinevere and Mor was pretty sure they didn’t see - or hear - anything going on around them. She could only imagine how hard it was to be separated from your mate for that long. Arthur had said they were only able to do it because they had been mated for so very long.

  Mor looked around at all the people filling the dining hall, laughing and eating. All the different kinds of Fae were there. She even spotted Trisha laughing at a joke while Ben's family looked uncomfortable and Cassandra giggled with her. There were Dragons, Wolves, and Bears. Most of the ones in Boris's army had been conscripted and spelled, so once that was broken they'd been only too happy to stay and help Mor hunt down the traitors. They'd found most of them, but there were still a few. And there were the Daemons.

  When dinner was finished, they adjourned to the ballroom. Because apparently you cannot have a coronation with a ball. Amelia had been appalled when Mor had said they could skip that part. Mor started the dancing by being rotated through her mates. She'd liked that more than she'd expected. When she'd done that, Mor went to sit on her throne to watch the dancing.

  An hour into the night, Asmodeus approached the throne and bowed low to Mor before turning to Amara. "If I may have this dance?"

  Amara had looked startled, and Mor thought for sure she'd say no. But then she'd surprised them by holding her hand out for him with a whispered, "Yes." And then they were even more surprised when Tristan took the next dance.

  "So, that's a thing?" Max looked confused.

  "We'll let them figure it out." Mor grinned at him.

  "When do you think Lucifer and Morgana will get over themselves?" Atreyu asked.

  "What?!" Arthur's jaw dropped as he turned to look around the room. Sure enough, Lucifer and Morgana were standing close together and deliberately ignoring each other. Mor laughed at Arthur's reaction. She couldn't believe he'd been so oblivious to that.

  Happiness overwhelmed Mor at that moment. Her mates all turned to look at her as she struggled to control her emotions. A tear slipped out as one by one, her mates sent pulses of love and pride down their bond.

  She'd finally found what she'd been missing her entire life.

  Home.

  The End

  Afterword

  I’m sitting here, stunned, that this is finally finished. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to write a series - much less for the readers to fall in love with the characters!

  Thank you, with all of my being, thank you.

  This is the end of Mor’s story, but there may be more books in the universe to come!

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