Elliandre entered the ballroom first, followed by Tatiana, and Alyssa’s heart galloped with nerves as she took her turn. Her father waited for her inside and offered her his arm. Eagene followed in their wake. The men sank to one knee with their heads lowered and the women curtsied.
It would be the first- and last-time kings and queens bowed before her, and she was determined to enjoy the moment. Her attention strayed to the handsome prince waiting for her with Edhar as his best man.
Her eyes met with those of Melbourne, and the crowd faded away. They might as well have been alone. He drank in the way her white dress draped her figure, and she had never felt more feminine or powerful in her life.
She was barely aware of walking down that endless aisle before taking the two steps to s
