Lucian's POV
The ceremony was perfect. It couldn’t be otherwise.
The sun bathed the altar in a golden light that seemed meticulously orchestrated to give the moment a celestial glow. The flowers, the lights, the respectful murmur of the guests… Everything was a spectacle designed to be remembered. And yet, inside me, everything felt like an empty theater.
Morgana stood before me, in her immaculate white dress, her radiant and confident smile, her calculated poise. Her blue eyes sought mine with expectation, but I could barely meet her gaze. There was something about the perfection of her image that felt… suffocating.
I listened to her recite her vows, every word perfectly pronounced, every pause carefully placed. She knew how to command the attention of everyone, how to maintain contro
