***Alice***
The soft hum of murmured conversations enveloped the grand hall where Frances was about to step into a new chapter of her life. A delicate bouquet of wildflowers rested in her hands, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the elegant ivory of her gown, which hugged her figure gracefully, accentuating the beauty that had always radiated from her.
I stood beside her, a warm flutter of pride swelling in my chest as I took in her glow. Frances had faced so much loss, but today, she was stepping into love, ready to embrace her fated mate, Frederick. He was a fierce warrior, with onyx-plated armor glinting in the light, representing the warriors’ coven. Today, however, he was a man transformed, standing before his beloved with a heart full of promise.
“I, Frederick Caster, take
