s fit li

what it meant. White lace curled over her skin like chains masquerading

irror, staring at the

, daughter of f

ove without bloodlines, who swore s

o

n. Today she was th

entered, his suit immaculat

id, as though he were sending her

Perfect for what? For

This union ends a war. You'll do your duty, Isha. You'll

My duty. Always my

ntil the city disappeared behind her. But the guards stationed

y, measured, certain. The kind that d

ed again, and

San

t funerals and meetings she wasn't meant to attend. His suit was black, his tie blood

t from fear, not even from hate-but

ly looked at her, gaze sweeping over the dress, the

o set the church on fire," he

lifted. "M

e could decide if she imagined it. He stepped closer, his pr

murmured. "This isn't a wedding

refused to flinch. "And yo

k I've just taken possession of the mo

and hot. She hated that a shiver betrayed he

aking the spell. "Time," he said,

, heavy as fate, and the aisle stretched befor

the man who was now her husband,

could hear: I may wear the dress, I may take