The wooden door to Selena’s room opened and closed incessantly. Styling teams, makeup artists, and masters of ceremony filed in and out, the rhythmic clicking of high heels echoing against the floor. As racks of gowns were wheeled in, they brought with them the faint scent of luxury fabrics mingled with the powdery notes of expensive cosmetics. The once-quiet chamber was now a bustling hive of activity.
The preparations at the altar were already complete. However, the date for the Bloodline Verification Ceremony remained in flux.
With Lucian and his Stormrage warriors stationed at the manor, and the Anderson family aggressively lobbying the Elders with promises of profit, the internal consensus of the Council had fractured. The faction favoring a Blackthorn-Stormrage alliance wanted to d
