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The crowning was one he knew he'd never forget. She was a perfect vision in ivory and gold. Her train was held by six maids as she walked down to him. She looked magnificent and proud as she walked to him. When she grabbed his hand, he knew she was terrified. He could feel her trembling. He gripped her hand to steady her and he smiled at her as the priest spoke the words. 

They knelt down to their knees and the priest crowned her as his queen. He looked very happy to next to her and this angered some. 

Later that night, he worshipped her like a queen and she moaned so loud, you could hear her through the palace. Amaya lay spent next to Felipe and held his hand as she drifted off to sleep. Felipe watched her sleep and thanked God for this woman. She had made moves that no one else could. He knew he had to get some sleep. He was meeting with Eva and Ernesto in the morning. He sat up at the sound of Algeria crying in the next room. He got up and saw the nurse wi