By the time my wedding day came round, I had experienced almost every emotion in existence. Grief for my relationship with Calum. Sadness that my parents could not attend my wedding. Relief that I was leaving my lady’s service. Pleasure at the thought that I would soon be living near my friends and my sisters. Nervousness because I was marrying someone I barely knew and taking on their child.
My wedding clothes were ready. I had chosen a circlet; a thin golden band decorated with clear glass to look like diamonds to which I added white rosebuds. I looked in the long mirror on the morning of the service. The other demoiselles, Lady Illustra and her daughter cooed over me, but I could not stop shaking. I scarcely recognised myself. What I was wearing was not what I had expected to wear to g
