There was a knock at the door and it was the beautician coming by to pick up Eva. She gave Paulo a kiss and then followed them down the hall and downstairs to the castle's beauty salon where they had their equipment set up and a couple hours later she was standing in front of a long mirror with her hair and makeup looking beautiful. They had swept her long brown hair up into a sleek french twist with little diamonds pinned throughout, making her look very mature and elegant.

She stood there and studied her reflection and looked at the grown woman she had become when on the inside she still felt like a teenager. She couldn't believe she was going to be the Queen of a country at only 21 and Paulo was going to be King at 22. She had been trained since she was a little girl with all the knowledge and skills she would need to be a Queen some day but now that the day was actually here she didn't feel prepared at all. It felt like so much responsibility and she didn't want to mess it up. She couldn't.

There was a knock at the door and her lady-in-waiting Martina said, "It's time your majesty. Paulo is waiting for you and the car is out front to transport the two of you to the Parliament building for the ceremony."

"Ok. Thank you Martina," she said taking a deep breath and shaking her hands to get rid of the nerves.

Martina smiled and said, "May I just say your majesty. I think you're going to be an exceptional Queen. Maybe the best one that Spain has ever had."

Eva smiled and walked over and gave her a hug and said, "Thank you Martina. You have no idea how much I needed to hear that right now. I'm so nervous."

"No need to be nervous. You'll do great," she smiled proudly.

Eva followed Martina down the hall to another room where Paulo was already there waiting alone.

Martina said, "The car is out front when you two are ready. I'll give you some privacy," and then she walked out and closed the door behind her.

Paulo looked even more handsome than normal with his fresh haircut that thankfully wasn't too short. His hair still fell over his forehead just how she liked it and she looked at the official royal suit he was wearing with a sash and gold rope and pins and it reminded her of the day they first met.

She walked over to him and it was like he just now realized she was in the room. His mind had been a million miles away. When he saw her he smiled and his face brightened up a little.

Paulo looked at her and said, "Wow. You look beautiful."

She gave him a small smile and said, "Thank you. I was just thinking you look really handsome. Your haircut looks great. You look like a King."

He took a deep breath in and let it out. "I may look like one but I don't feel like one yet."

"You will," she said reassuringly.

She could tell by the look on his face that he was extremely nervous and she realized in that moment that she needed to stop showing how nervous she was and be strong for him. He needed her support right now to get through this.

He led the way out the door and down the hall to the front door of the castle where a white vintage Rolls Royce was waiting for them.

They rode across town to the Parliament building in silence, holding hands while he stared out the window. There were a couple photographers that had followed along to take official photos and they rode in the car with them, which made it a little more awkward. She rubbed her fingers lightly over the back of his hand to calm her nerves and his.

As they neared the house of Parliament she saw that there was a really large crowd gathered outside and she looked over into Paulo's eyes and without saying a word out loud she told him he could do this with her eyes.

The car came to a stop in front of the building and she asked, "Are you ready?" holding out her hand.

"Ready as I'll ever be," he sighed, slipping his hand into hers as his security team opened his door. As soon as the door opened, the roar of the massive crowd was deafening. They were screaming their names and waving little Spanish flags and cheering. Some were singing the national anthem and some were sobbing uncontrollably.

Their security team escorted them into the building and Paulo kept a grip on her arm and didn't let her out of his sight. They were led to a room where Queen Victoria was waiting. She looked at her son with tears in her eyes and stepped forward, cupping his face and kissing his cheek.

"Paulo," she sniffled. "You look so handsome. You're going to be such an amazing King. I know you will," she cried, wiping her tears.

"You think so?" he asked.

"Yes. I've always noticed, even when you were just a young boy, that you're a natural leader and people listen when you talk. They value what you have to say because you have the courage to speak the truth and because of that they respect and trust you. They follow you with loyalty. You're strong and smart and care so much about your people, all qualities that will make you a great King. One that your father would be very proud of," she said, getting choked up and wiping away a tear.

He took a deep breath and let it out, pulling her into a hug and saying, "Thank you Mom. I'll do my best to be a King you can be proud of too."

She looked up at him and said, "I know you will," before giving him another hug.

There was a knock at the door and a security guard came in and said, "It's time."

Paulo walked over and took Eva's hand and then the three of them were led down a hallway and two armed guards opened the large wooden doors for them that lead into the House of Parliament. The Queen walked in first and then Paulo and Eva walked in side by side still holding hands. The large room was brightly lit and every head turned and looked in their direction.

A choir was singing the National Anthem of Spain as they walked down the steps towards the front of the room, passing long aisles of wooden benches that were completely full of men and a few women in business suits that were standing and clapping for them. It didn't look like there was a single empty seat in the entire place.

When they reached the front, the Queen took a seat on the stage off to the side and Paulo and Eva walked up and stopped in front of the podium of the archbishop right as the choir finished the anthem.

Everyone took a seat and the archbishop said, "Thank you for gathering with us to bear witness on this historical day of the crowning of a new King and Queen of Spain. This is a day of celebration but also one of reverence as we honor the fond memories of those that have gone before and paved the way. The Aragon lineage has ruled Spain since the early 16th century and today we carry on that sacred tradition."

The archbishop continued on, discussing the constitution of Spain and the importance and traditions of the monarchy. Eva was so nervous, she felt like she could faint but from the outside she looked calm and steady.

"Please kneel," the archbishop said and Eva and Paulo both knelt on a wooden platform covered with an ornate cushion in front of them. He anointed Paulo's head with oil while reciting a prayer. Then he took the royal sword and tapped it on each of Paulo's shoulders before handing it to him and he sheethed it in the sword holder attached to his belt. In one of his hands the archbishop placed the royal scepter and in the other, an apple of solid gold.

The archbishop then placed a sash around his waist and tied it and said, "I hereby present you with the sash of the commander-in chief of the armed forces of Spain, a position held by the head of state per the Spanish Constitution."

Then the archbishop reached over and picked up the gold jeweled crown off of a red velvet pillow and hovered it over Paulo's head as he said, "With the placement of this crown upon your head I hereby dub thee, Paulo Santiago Aragon, as the rightful King of Spain. Long may you reign."

He lowered the crown and placed it on his head and the crowd cheered and shouted, "Long live the King!"

Eva got goosebumps hearing them say that as she watched her husband becoming a King. The emotions she felt were so overwhelming but she didn't want to cry so she held her tears inside.

The archbishop then moved over and stood in front of Eva and anointed her forehead with oil and said a short prayer and she could feel herself visibly shaking now so she took a deep breath in and let it out, trying to calm her nerves.

The archbishop picked up a smaller gold jeweled crown and as he hovered it over her head he said, "With the placement of this crown upon your head I hereby dub thee, Eva Elise Aragon, as the rightful Queen of Spain. Long may you reign."

The crowd cheered and shouted, " Long live the Queen!"

As she felt the crown being placed onto her head she got chills and her eyes started burning with tears but she blinked them away.

"Rise," the Archbishop said, motioning up with this arms.

Eva and Paulo both stood and the archbishop motioned for the royal robes of the king and Queen to be brought out and they were draped over their shoulders. They were a very deep dark purple, outlined in white spotted fur.

The archbishop said, "Now it's time for the King and Queen to be seated upon their thrones."

He motioned to the two ornately carved wooden thrones, with dark red velvet seat cushions and Paulo and Eva walked over and stood in front of them. Paulo took his seat first and then Eva sat down in hers.

Paulo looked over and gave her a smile. She smiled back at him and seeing him with that crown on his head, wearing the King's robe, sitting on his throne made her heart pound like crazy. She knew she would remember this moment for the rest of her life and look back on it with fond memories. She couldn't believe he was the King now and she was the Queen. Just the thought gave her chills.

She looked over and Victoria was crying with tears rolling down her cheeks so she gave her a sympathetic smile. She knew all of this must be so hard on her.

The archbishop lead a prayer before saying, "At this time I'm going to ask the newly crowned King Aragon to come forward and address your people."

He got up and walked up to the podium, placing his hands on the sides of it as he waited for the noise level to quiet down so he could be heard.

Eva looked around at the enormous room filled with the people of Parliament with so many cameras and eyes on him and she wondered what he was going to say. She didn't know he was going to have to give a speech and she was almost sure he hadn't prepared anything. He probably didn't know he would have to give a speech either.