MYSTRA'S PERSPECTIVE (HEROINE)
When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't in my room anymore.
A golden palace stretched before me — marble floors, crystal ceilings, and guards who looked like they stepped out of my imagination. My reflection in the mirror wore a royal gown, not my usual clothes.
And in front of me stood him — a man whose aura felt like power itself.
Tall. Sharp-jawed. Eyes darker than night. The kind of man whose presence could silence a storm.
He looked straight at me, then said,
> "You're late. The royal contract is already prepared."
I blinked.
"Contract... what contract?"
He stepped closer. The air shifted with his dominance.
> "Our marriage," he said coldly. "You're my bride — by royal decree."
What the hell was going on? Where am I? Am i dreaming? Or really stucked in this novel?
Omg! Help me.