A wedding is set
306 Words
The grand halls of Raventhorn Palace buzzed with a mixture of excitement and cold formality as preparations for the royal wedding moved swiftly. Aria found herself swept into a world of silk gowns, sparkling jewels, and whispered conversations that hinted at politics far beyond her understanding.
Despite the grandeur, Aria felt every inch a prisoner. Servants flitted around her, dressing her in gowns that felt heavy and foreign, their hands brisk and impersonal. Mirrors reflected a girl she barely recognized — pale, wide-eyed, and trembling beneath the weight of expectations.
Her aunt’s earlier words echoed in her mind: This is your chance. Power. Wealth. Escape. But Aria only felt a tightening in her chest, a growing dread she couldn’t shake.
On the day of the wedding, the palace chapel was filled with nobility adorned in their finest. Candles flickered against the stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns onto the cold stone floor. Aria stood at the altar, heart pounding as she caught sight of Damien waiting at the other end — regal, unreadable, and distant.
The priest’s voice rang out, solemn and unyielding, as vows were exchanged beneath the heavy silence of the congregation. Aria’s fingers trembled as she slipped her hand into Damien’s — his grip firm, possessive, yet strangely cold.
As the ceremony ended, murmurs filled the air. The crowd’s eyes flickered with curiosity, admiration, and an unspoken question — what kind of bride was this, and what would she bring to the prince?
Aria’s thoughts were a chaotic storm. This marriage was no fairy tale; it was a cage. And with every whispered glance and measured word, she realized she was no longer just a girl — she was the prince’s wife, bound to a destiny darker than she could imagine.
That night, the palace awaited their union in a silence thick with anticipation.
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