#Chapter 62: At the Altar

Elara Somehow, a few months of bliss passed after that fateful night that Alaric proposed. Eventually we began to encroach upon the original six month span of our arrangement, but we barely even noticed. In fact, our arrangement had quickly become a thing of the past. We weren’t constrained by our lies, we weren’t held back by the inevitable end of it all. We were together. In love. A happy little family, despite certain people’s—namely Grace’s—beliefs. And today, just a few days before the winter solstice, was the day of our wedding. The pale winter light streaming in through the sheer curtains caught the delicate beading along the bodice of my dress, the pearls carefully wound throughout my veil. I ran my hands over the fabric of my skirt one last time, smoothing out the invisible creases, but my fingers trembled slightly against the silk. It wasn’t nerves, though, that had my hands shaking. Not really. It was the excitement that was coursing