96. The Dust Settles

                                    

                                          
 "I hope I had the strength."  
                          


                          
Kiera's POV
                          
*Two Months Later*
                          
Two months has passed since the truth has come out. Jeremy and Erin were put into isolation, protected and guarded by ancient magic and frequent Guard rotations at the Royal Court in addition to strict rations of blood, ensuring they didn't have enough strength to resist, attack their Guard members or family for that matter, or form a rebel group. At least that was what I was told by Justin, he wanted to keep me out of this matter as much as possible and protect me.
                          
Shaken by the scandal, the vampire world looked to Justin, the newly crowned King to take responsibility and lead the Vampire Kingdom into a new era. One hopefully brighter and better than before.
                          
Justin had since gone back on tour, Jazzy and Jaxton joining us now under our care, with the occasional supervised visits with Jeremy and Erin. I of course was back on tour as well, my Guardians included, Josh, Elliot and Conner the only other Primes on tour, thankfully. The rest were back at home overseeing the Guard.
                          
In a way life was less stressful and simpler than before, there wasn't the constant threat of someone attacking me. But on the other hand, my life was a whole lot more demanding and crazy than before. In fact I think the craziness hit an all timehigh. And that was saying something considering the last several months. Between being the newly crowned Queen, the first human Vampire Queen at that, with three Guardians alongside a powerful mate who's father just betrayed him, half the High Council hating me still, taking care of Jazzy and Jaxon, both who were vampire children, meaning I had no clue what was normal and what wasn't, prepping and training for my fall term at Julliard and the regular touring with World Wide pop star problems, I'm pretty sure my life couldn't be more full.
                          
Thankfully the Bieber team headed for Guatemala in a week to build a school for Adam Braun, Scooter's brother, Pencil for Promise Foundation. I had hopes that without the sharp, probing eye of the media and the stress of tour, it would be a nice quiet break before his countdown to his Believe movie, his Music Mondays and ultimately his count down to the end of hisBelieve tour in December. However, these were the least of our problems to come.
                          
Despite Justin's insistence than he was fine, I knew the betrayal of his father hit him hard. It was a constant dark shadow he was desperate to out run, to prove that he was different, prove that he was better, prove that he was capable and that most of all that he deserved the crown.
                          
But there wasn't anything I could do except be there for him. I just hoped that my promise to him to always be by his side was enough. I hoped that I was enough to help him face the challenges to come. I hope I had the strength.
                          
Because we were in for the ride of our lives. Challenges hovered on the horizon, enemies would challenge our strength and our resolve, dark days were to come, and downfall crept behind us. But with that would come light to chase the darkness away, good days, memories, allies and alliances and triumph.
                          
In the end however, it wouldn't really matter, because I was always going to be his.