{RHIANNON'S POV}
The white roses trembled in my hands as I walked down the aisle.
The cathedral was all light and music. Sun rays poured through high glass, bells rang from the spires, silk banners of Astragarde drifted on a warm draft.
The aisle felt impossibly long and short at the same time. I tried to breathe evenly, but I couldn't no matter how hard I tried. Though the crowd was hushed, I could feel hundreds of eyes following me.
But I didn't care about them.
My gaze found my father, standing at the front row in his formal cloak. King Eros Aurelian never cried in public, but today, for the first time in years, those green eyes glistened with tears of joy. Beside him, Rayn grinned ear to ear. Jesenya had her hair braided with pearls; she mouthed, "You look beautiful." Little Darren stood on a cushion to see over the rail, clutching a wooden sword he wasn't supposed to bring.
My family. My whole world.
