ELARA’S POV
A festival. I was barely awake, and I was already at a festival. It was planned for the day after our wedding, but my condition delayed it. I wasn’t sure if I should appreciate that or be annoyed. I didn’t want to be here, but the thought that they couldn’t continue their festivities without me was almost flattering. I guess.
Now, as we sat at a table, watching on as people danced and ate, having already made our rounds to different vendors selling this and that—things I’d never seen over in Bridgerow—it left a sour taste in my mouth.
Seeing one particular necklace of what looked like a moonstone with white gold vines wrapped around it, it had called to me. Pulling me towards it. Theron had insisted that I have it. And it was that necklace I was clasping now nervously, looki
