I walked through the castle corridors with quiet determination, each step echoing softly against the marbled floors. The halls felt colder today, despite the warmth of the morning sun pouring through the tall windows. I had been searching—hoping—for a glimpse of him.
Endymion.
Ever since I woke, my heart had been restless. My pillow was still damp from the tears I’d cried the night before. I had dreamt of him—his voice calling to me from some place I couldn’t reach. And when I awoke, it was my sister, glowing with excitement, who pulled me into her room asking for help preparing for today’s ceremony. I had smiled. I had done her hair. But inside, I had been unraveling.
After we were both dressed, I slipped away.
In a gown of soft lavender and blush silk that whispered around my legs li
