Thanks for all the UC support. I do appreciate it, and it does help. Funny, there was one single person who seemed to think it was still necessary to bash me after that post. It's weird, but the comment won't show up on the page. It's there in the listing behind the scenes, but doesn't appear with the rest of the comments. I didn't delete it, and would make it show up if I could. Anyway - you know who you are. And yeah, it's your kind of bullshit that gets me down and makes the story hard to write. So, in general, fuck off. I mean that in the most loving of ways. :)
For the rest of ya - I love you all dearly, and I think the hard part for me is about over when it comes to writing UC. Chapter 29 is off to beta, Chapter 30 should be easier to write, and I hope that will get me over this little hump I seem to be having when it comes to writing it.
If you've sent me a PM - thanks as well. I'm really, really behind in those and hope to catch up and respond to them soon. For all of you who continue to listen to be bitch and still support what i'm trying to do with this story, here's a little teaser for ya. :)
Though the crown was already officially transferred, Esme placed the simple gold ring upon Edward’s head, and then he in turn took the crown that had adorned her head for many years and placed it on mine. As the crowd continued to call out to us, Edward jumped up on Volvo and I was placed in front of him and we rode slowly around the castle.
The people cheered as Edward waved. I gripped his arm as he held me against his chest and his mouth breathed warm air to my ear.
“They love you,” he said. “They see you so clearly.”
I felt heat rise to my face again as Edward’s lips pressed into my cheek, and the cheers of the people of Forks grew louder.
“Long live King Edward! Long live Queen Isabella!”
The chanting became louder as Edward slowly moved Volvo down the streets, the stallion’s tail swishing at the ruckus around us. People who could get close enough to us reached out and touched Volvo’s flanks, as well as Edward’s legs and the skirt of my dress.
“I believe they would do anything for you,” Edward sighed as his arm held me tighter. “I have so much to learn – so much to make up for – but I can only hope to be as good a King as you will be a Queen.”