Crown Princess

My heart pounded so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it. Each step toward Lucas felt like I was walking deeper into the unknown. The warmth of his gaze was the only thing anchoring me in place, his blue eyes never leaving mine. When I finally reached him, he took my hand, and a shiver ran up my spine at his touch. I couldn’t tell if it was the nerves or something more.

The ceremony began, the council member's voice a distant hum as I tried to focus. I caught a glimpse of Queen Larissa and King Luther seated in the front, the queen’s expression unreadable, while the king gave a small nod of approval. I wanted to read their faces, to know what they were thinking, but it was hard to focus with everything happening so quickly.

Then the council member asked me the question that made my blood run cold. “Amelia, do you take Lucas to be your husband?”

The world seemed to stop. My mouth went dry, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. This was it. The moment I officially became tied to Luc