~Ioana~
"The Queen-to-be, Ioana Blackmoon, now enters!"
I could hear the shrill voice of the Royal Announcer booming even from behind the door.
The moment his words ended, without a second to calm my raging heart, the guards beside yanked the door open.
I felt a slight push from behind, causing me to stumble forward.
"Is this our future queen?"
"Hmph, such an ungraceful entrance."
"Can she support the prince with such an embarrassing posture?" Snide, dagger-like comments shot towards me.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, burning with shame. I dropped my head to the floor.
Who stumbles in on their wedding day—but this couldn't be called a wedding anyway.
I snuck a peek behind me but saw no one. My fingers wrapped around the Moonweave silk, wrinkling it.
The corset dug into my sides, suff
