LIORA'S POV
Heather takes a whole ten minutes to casts her whitestone into the urn, as she carefully aims to rest it right beside the Emperors'. When she finally steps back, her face is gleaming with confidence, seems like she has succeeded. Violette takes her time to pray for her stone before casting it. The two who come after her do the same. Lady Eleanor immediately urges us to make haste.
At last, it’s my turn. My stomach is tied in a tight knot as I step forward to the urn. I cast my whitestone, watching it sink slowly through the thick liquid, settling down at the bottom.
My stupid mind wants to beg the goddess that I be the one mated to that impossibly handsome, powerful Emporer. But I know what’s possible and what’s a foolish dream that is.
So instead, I pray for a love that c
