Ambrose wakes me with a kiss, bringing me back to the reality of the day. It’s coronation day. Time sped by so fast, the weeks seemed like a blur I can hardly remember.

I spent most of my time planning—approving this or denying that so that everything was ready for today. I had a custom gown made with royal colors and jewels to match. I’m not used to it at all, but the tailor was patient as I procrastinated on getting it done.

Ambrose chose my crown. He told ...