Harlyn
After getting to my room last night, I inspected the damage to my ankle. Princess Diandra had kicked me with her heel, and the pain is still there now. I couldn't go to the med ward and ask for help.
It's another thing my father would blame me for. So instead, I've wrapped my ankle, and I'm hoping no one notices it.
As I stand beside Lucy, her nerves are visible. I can’t help but try to ease her worry. My and finds hers, offering silent reassurance.
“Do I look okay?” Her voice trembles with uncertainty as she steals a glance at me.
“You look astounding! Truly amazing, Your Highness,” I reply, offering her a warm smile. The dress is truly breathtaking.
“I’m so scared,” she confesses, and I nod. I can understand her worry. Most people are scared on the day they marry.
“Don’t be
