I woke up the next day, married.
That word still felt foreign on my tongue. How would I ever get used to it?
I climbed out of bed, stretching my sore limbs, and rushed to the bathroom to freshen up. It was still early, but I didn’t want to sleep in, not when I had no idea what was expected of me.
Hours later, a knock on my door startled me. A voice informed me that breakfast was ready, and I hesitated before finally leaving my room.
As I walked through the house, I couldn’t help but admire its beauty. Every corridor, every detailed design screamed wealth and power. I nearly got lost, and someone had to escort me downstairs.
When I reached the dining hall, my breath hitched. A lavish breakfast covered the long dining table. My stomach grumbled in response, a reminder that my appetite h
