Wedding

Harlyn

After getting to my room last night, I inspected the damage to my ankle. Princess Diandra had kicked me with her heel, and the pain is still there now. I couldn't go to the med ward and ask for help.

It's another thing my father would blame me for. So instead, I've wrapped my ankle, and I'm hoping no one notices it.

As I stand beside Lucy, her nerves are visible. I can’t help but try to ease her worry. My and finds hers, offering silent reassurance.

“Do I look okay?” Her voice trembles with uncertainty as she steals a glance at me.

“You look astounding! Truly amazing, Your Highness,” I reply, offering her a warm smile. The dress is truly breathtaking.

“I’m so scared,” she confesses, and I nod. I can understand her worry. Most people are scared on the day they marry.

“Don’t be. You’re marrying a man who loves you. He’s waiting for you,” I assure her.

“He loves me?” Her words come out almost as a desperate plea.

“Yes! I spoke to him this morning, and it was abundantly clear,” I c