It wasn't like any other day.
From the warm milk that caressed her naked body to the red rose petals that danced with the waves.
The soft silk robe that hugged her body to the slight rake of the comb through her brown hair.
The moisture of the cream melting into her skin to the different textures of brushes sweeping across her face.
The soft laughter of the servant girls contrasted with the deafening silence in her head.
From the pins in her hair to the cold diamonds around her throat, even down to the oddly comfortable heels that swallowed her feet.
The zipping of the dress and the pinning of the veil.
Black roses were placed in her cold palms as she was led to the cathedral with a long train following behind.
All she heard were the wedding bells.
Wedding bells that signified uni
