Adeline had never felt time slow before, but in this moment, it did.
Cassian's long figure reflected on the polished marble floor. That was the first thing she saw, she slowly looked up to see him... Her friend.
The man before her, Cassian, was dressed in an outfit befitting royalty, black fabric embroidered with gold embroidery that shimmered with every step he took. Black. The colour of mourning. A stark contrast to the white and gold she expected him to wear on this day.
Her fingers curled into the folds of her dress as unease settled in her stomach. She had avoided the wedding, not because she was too weak to attend, but because she refused to watch the inevitable.
Cassian was the perfect prince—his path was set in stone. He would wed Annora, forge an unbreakable alliance with the Holy Temple, and secure his future on the throne. That was the logical conclusion. That was the story's ending!
So then, why was he here?
