His Queen (Royal Series #1)

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Hera's POV

I get to meet my parents. Today, they're coming and I get to meet them. I'm overly nervous, I don't know if I can do this. What if they don't like me? What if they think I'm weak?

'Weak? We are NOT weak! We have Alpha blood in us! Calm down, they'll love us again.' Meridia comforted me. I nodded, standing in front of the mirror. My face was red from crying, yet I don't know why I was. It wasn't like me to just cry for no reason. 

Dante walked up behind me, adjusting his tie. He's always so formal and serious around others. When he noticed me all teary and gross, he immediately cupped my cheek and pressed a loving kiss to my lips. My entire body longed for him to touch me, but we couldn't be late for lunch. "Are you okay, Mi Amor?" He asked, gazing deeply into my eyes as if he could see my soul. I nodded, completely unsure of what to say. "Nervous?" 

"Just a bit," I sighed, nuzzling my chest into his warm chest. His scent was so calming, all I wanted to do was stay with him. 

"They love you, it'll be alright." He kept reassuring me. I slowly pulled away and looked at the time. 10:38 am. We still had an hour and a half until we need to meet downstairs. Dante smiled at me stroking my hair back. It was still damp from my shower, but he continued to brush through the mess with his fingers. 

I picked my dress up from the rack, then slid it over my head. It was a basic yellow dress, off the shoulders and knee length. I got it yesterday. I don't know why Dante would buy me so much, but he even bought me stuff I didn't even know about.

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Dante held me straight as we walked to the stairs. My heart was stammering out of my chest, I was overly nervous. Dante must have noticed as he squeezed my hand, rubbing my his thumb over my skin, "You'll be okay, don't worry." 

"I'm trying not to... What if they don't recognize me?" I asked, clinging to him as we descended another step. I knew I sounded a little annoying with all of my questions, but I can't help myself for being over chatty.

As we stepped down the stairs, I feel dizzy and nauseous. I saw Dante's mother's back from the door of a random room. I could smell my parents, they were close. I took a deep breath, shaking with excitement. I cupped Dante's cheek, legs wobbling from fear, "I-I don't know if I can do this. I'm so scared," I admitted, holding him tight. My entire body was shaking, I couldn't stop.

"It's okay, baby. It's okay... You'll be okay. I'm here, nothing bad will happen." He placed my long braid down my shoulder. "Let's go face your fear," he added with a cheeky smile. I nodded, leaving a small kiss on his cheek.

Why am I so nervous? It's just like meeting new people... who birthed you and know almost every little thing about you. 

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As I walked through the door, two people I haven't ever seen stared at me. They both looked just like me, even some random moles I have. The man has the same mole I have on my forehead. It was really them. They were really standing in front of me.

"Oh, mon Dieu!" French. My heritage. I smiled, tears looming in my eyes as the woman ran up to me... I guess I could call them mom and dad now. "Aweh, Heraina! Tu es si belle!" My mom held me tight, causing my tears to pour freely out of my eyes. Wait... Heraina? That's my full name?

"Mon Bebe! Comment ca va?" My father questioned, holding my face in his hands. He had thick black-rimmed glasses. His hair was pepper-gray, short yet stylish.

"Je suis bon! Ah, c'est comme un reve de parler a mes parents!" I cried out, hugging both of them.

"Ahem, can we speak English here. You could be, after all, plotting to murder us in our sleep." Dante's mother joked. I felt Dante's arms wrap around me, holding me in his body.