Sargis
The palace glowed.
Everywhere I turned, there was color. Golds and silvers were braided into rich velvet drapes, chandeliers draped with crystal threads that caught the light like stars, musicians rehearsed softly in the east wing as servants rushed past with masks, fabrics, and invitations. Laughter echoed in every corridor like a tide that wouldn’t go still.
The palace was dressed in splendor.
It gleamed brighter than it ever had in my lifetime. Every inch of it radiated celebration, like the very walls were preparing to exhale relief once I finally chose a queen.
The scent of fresh orchids perfumed the air, carefully chosen for their rarity and symbolism. White for new beginnings. Gold for loyalty. Red for passion.
What a f*****g irony.
Because everything… everything about
