LIORA'S POV
There’s suddenly this big empty space between me and the Emperor, like the crowd itself has decided this needs to be witnessed publicly.
Emperor Lordrin, towering and impossibly composed, rises from his throne seat. His dark eyes are onto me.
He doesn't move, just waits, still as an altar statue, expecting me to approach.
My knees instantly turn to wobbly noodles, and every step feels like I’m wrestling an invisible force trying to trip me up. Seriously, please don’t trip or faint right now, Liora. Literally everyone is watching.
Okay, plan is, say something simple. Smile. “Hello, Your Majesty, I’m glad to be your mate.” Nothing too much.
I finally reach him and his guards step out of the way, and suddenly it’s just me facing Mr. Perfect. Then I run into a problem, when
