August Point of View
Standing prepared for my wedding did nothing to steady me.
If anything—
It unraveled me further.
I had faced war without hesitation.
Commanded men without doubt.
Yet this…
This moment before the union—
It tested me in ways no battle ever had.
The grand ballroom stood adorned in a manner worthy of royalty itself. Soft hues of blue and ivory draped the space like a calm sea beneath morning light, while accents of red burned gently in the corners, a reminder of power woven into beauty.
It was… perfect.
Too perfect.
As though it had been crafted to hide the storm that raged within me.
I turned my gaze toward the great double doors that opened to the rear of the hall, where the world beyond revealed itself in quiet splendor.
The sun was setting.
Its golden l
