The next morning in Eryndor arrived with the wedding day, and preparations had already consumed every corner of the palace.
Even so, the servants still moved around with urgency, carrying gowns, arranging jewelry, preparing perfumes, and checking ceremonial items because everything had to proceed flawlessly today.
Guards had been repositioned throughout the palace and security had been doubled, especially around Rosalind's chamber.
Although the air carried the sweet scent of flowers, and a beautiful promise of a union, it did nothing to ease the cold tension that lingered beneath it.
The palace gates stood heavily guarded yet formally opened for the ceremony, while trumpets and ceremonial horns echoed throughout the grounds.
