25
FARRAH
The white dress clung to my body, its heavy skirt pulling me down along with the feelings churning inside of me. I halted in front of the closed doors to the main hall and took a deep breath.
Beyond these doors, the guests waited, and Prince Lark stood.
A chill ran down my spine.
Holy s**t, I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t marry this tyrant. I couldn’t shackle myself to him like this.
I inhaled deeply. But I had to. If I didn’t, my people would be doomed, and I was tired of being selfish. My life didn’t matter when it could save so many.
I took another long breath and nodded to the guards flanking the doors.
They pushed the doors open and announced my arrival.
The fae, dressed in fancy gowns and suits and cloaks, flanked the long black carpet that had been rolled out from
