Selma Payne's POV:
I received an invitation from Emma.
The freedom of life inspired this girl, and she could freely display her talent in painting. She returned to the Lycan pack this time to hold a private art exhibition and use this occasion to catch up with her relatives and friends she had not seen for a long time.
"This is my last chance to invite a princess," she teased over the phone. "It's already June. After this hot summer, you'll be the Queen!"
After some discussion, the date of my coronation had been decided. It would be in August. In this half year, I had been busier than before, preparing for the official ascension.
My father gradually handed over authority to me. This meant I had to learn to handle all government affairs independently as the supreme ruler. I no longer had to do some assisting work like before.
It was a sweet torture. The progress satisfied me, but I couldn't ignore the exhaustion.
