ISABELLA
The cabin feels unreal after the wedding—too quiet, too still, too ordinary for what just happened. The fire Tobias lit earlier has settled into a low, steady glow, casting amber light across the wooden walls. My dress pools around my legs like spilled moonlight, the silk catching every flicker of flame. The orchid headpiece sits lightly in my hair, soft and fragile, a strange contrast to the weight in my chest.
Adrian stands near the window, one hand braced against the frame, watching the dark woods like they might breathe. Tobias is by the table, unloading the grocery bags he brought earlier when he fetched the priest. He looks almost sheepish, which is rare for him.
I sit on the couch, hands folded in my lap, trying to process the fact that I am now married. Married in a dus
