Chapter 58
For most people, their wedding is supposed to be the best day of their lives. For me, my wedding was like a funeral. I didn’t know if I could trust the groom. At least half of his family wanted me dead. The country was at war, and I would likely not survive exiting the church. It would be a miracle if I survived entering.
There were armed guards there, dressed in the Coleum colors of blue and gold. Some had medals, which glistened in the sun. I was dressed in the early morning, by a pair of quiet maids that didn’t speak. Or even look me in the eyes. I could tell just by the way they gave each other side glances that they knew what had happened.
That I’d been sexually assaulted. That Apollo had killed the man that did it. That I was damaged goods, unfit to be wearing the whi
