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~Elara's POV
The Wedding Day…
I woke up before the sun.
The room was quiet, but my heart was not. It was beating fast, full, like it knew this day mattered. Light slipped in through the curtains, soft and pale. The air smelled of flowers. Fresh ones. Roses, lilies, things placed there while I slept.
"It's today," I whispered to myself.
Before I could even sit up properly, the door opened slowly, and my maids came in, smiling like they had been waiting all night for this moment.
"Good morning, Princess," one of them said gently. "It is your wedding day."
I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt. "I know," I said. "I barely slept."
They laughed softly and came closer, helping me out of bed. Everything felt careful and important. Like the whole palace was holding its breath.
