Isadora walked barefoot on the grass laid with white roses. She wore a long, slender white silk gown. Her hands clutched the sides to enable her to move easily.
Her long, golden blonde was freed of her braid, letting it fall past her hips. A crown of white roses sat atop her head, too.
Runes painted in white were drawn straight, from her forehead to her chin, and another crossed her cheeks, small but complex to the last curve.
Isadora made a turn and found a path of trees like an aisle leading to a space in the epicenter.
She halted, suddenly nervous to move forward. When she does this, there will be no going back. But there were no second thoughts, she had never been more sure about anything in her entire life.
Kraven was her future and destiny, she wouldn't change that for anything.
Taking several gulps and clenching her fist tightly at her sides, Isadora strode the aisle.
