Chapter 107

Victoria Six months after Marcus's defeat, I stood before the ancient mirror in what had once been Aurora's room, now completely transformed into my bridal suite. The reflection staring back at me was barely recognizable as the frightened eighteen-year-old who had fled to Devil's Lair all those months ago. My wedding gown was a masterpiece of fairy craftsmanship—flowing silk the color of moonbeams, embroidered with silver threads that seemed to capture and hold light. The bodice was fitted perfectly to my curves, while the skirt flowed like water around my legs. A crown of living flowers rested on my head, their petals shimmering with the same ethereal glow that now seemed to emanate naturally from my skin. "You look absolutely radiant, darling," my mother said from behind me, her own gown a complementary shade of deep forest green. Elisabeth had recovered fully from her ordeal, and the months of healing had restored not just her health but her joy. She looked more beautiful than ever