A reunion - II

Tristan wanted me to sit next to him on the throne? The royal throne? 

Someone, the king of all the queen, could only sit on the throne when they had been officiated in front of everyone. 

"I.. I cann—" 

"You can," He whispered in my ear, standing behind me, as if concealing my sight from everyone. "I say it." 

The king said it. 

MyTristan said it. 

It was the same stone that I had always thought would be mine after marriage to Prince Terrence. It was the one I had dreamt of. Right now, it was just seconds away from my reach and it was going to be shared by Me with someone who loved me.

It was mine and his. It was ours.

Tristan placed his hand at my lower back, slowly pushing me forward to work ahead of him. I was walking in front of the king, just one step ahead, but if anyone tradition minded noticed it, the new what kind of statement he was making.