Yara’s POV
The dream felt so real.
Jaxon stood at the altar, waiting for me. He looked at me with so much warmth that I could feel it physically. My dress was light, flowing around me as I walked toward him. My heart pounded, but in a good way. A way that told me I was exactly where I was supposed to be. The ceremony was perfect. The way it was always meant to be.
Then the pain came. It was a sharp, burning line across my back.
I screamed and shot upright, panting hard. My skin stung, but then another lash came, this time landing on my thigh.
I gasped and finally opened my eyes. Marren stood over me with the whip clenched tightly in her hand. She laughed like a maniac the moment I opened my eyes.
"You sleep like a spoiled brat," she lowered the whip. "Do you think you're a princess a
