Chloe was languishing in the dungeon, her heart heavy with sorrow and despair. When the guard entered, announcing that she was to be taken for the mating ceremony, she felt a shiver run down her spine. As she was led to a room, she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for her current predicament. The maids in the room began to bathe and dress her up in fancy adornment and ornaments fit for a Luna. They asked her how she felt about being mated to Edward, and her response was a clear and emphatic one.
"I abhor the very thought of it," Chloe said with a voice filled with conviction. "I am not in love with Edward, and I never will be. I would rather die than be mated to someone I don't love."
The maids looked at her with a mix of sympathy and curiosity. "Why do you feel this way, my Lady?
