Ginevra
I look pretty.
But I can't stop sobbing.
I think of Astrid and I wonder how she's faring. How long she'll be unconscious for. Possibly through the entire wedding.
It doesn't matter though. When I refused to get dressed this morning, Alaric came into my room with a threat.
Ithaca, was it? Do not forget that all that's needed to have your human friend and her family killed is a message from me.
Those words were more than enough to compel me into the bath tub and into this dress that hangs loosely on me. I've lost a considerable amount of weight in the past couple of days; it's a wonder the dress even stays up at all.
My father's fingers dig into my arm as we we approach the grand entrance of the hall. "Smile, Ginevra. This isn't a funeral."
I turned to him, my voice trembling
