THE WEDDING DAY…
CASSANDRA’S POV
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The gothic cathedral was bathed in the pale glow of moonlight, its towering black-stone pillars casting long shadows across the floor. Chandeliers of dark crystal shimmered overhead, their dim light catching the deep red of the roses that adorned the hall. The air was heavy with the scent of night-blooming flowers and something richer—something metallic. Blood.
Whispers slithered through the gathered nobility, their cold, ancient eyes locked on me. They were waiting. Watching. Expecting their perfect, obedient heiress to step forward and bind herself to Cyprus for eternity.
My fingers curled against the fabric of my gown. It was exquisite—layers of red and black silk, delicate embroidery that shimmered like veins pulsing under moonlight. I should
