-Grace-
I had not stopped crying. I couldn’t stop crying. Will... I would never see him again. He would die in The Black Desert. I could hardly believe it. I refused to accept it, but as I sat there in front of the mirror, with Emma brushing my hair and Estella standing nearby, I couldn’t deny the truth.
My eyes searched for Estella in the mirror. She was examining my long white wedding dress with intense scrutiny, looking for any small mistakes. I hoped she would find something, just a loose thread, so I could find an excuse to postpone the wedding. I couldn’t go through with this... knowing Will was going to die. No, this wedding made even less sense now.
“Your Highness,” Emma said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. “It will be okay.”
“How will anything ever be okay?” I cried.
